Tres calvinas en un tiesto, cada y una, una una color la del medio es colorada empesijo del amor. Turnam , turnam, turnam Ben buralarda turmam. A la mesa m´asenti el pirrón m’ arreprontí, de mi querida me acordí, de comer me arrepenti. Turnam ... A la mar yo me vo echar un pishkado vo peshkar siete novias vo kiatar yo ati te vo tomar Turnam ... Tus cabellos blondos son s arrapa a la garson cuando sales del coiffer me achilea el corazón Turnam...
Three little carnations in a pot
one white and one pink
the one in the middle red,
the beginning of love. Turnam, turnam, turnam
Come, I will not stay here. At the table I sat myself,
the fork already tempted me,
I remembered my wife,
I regretted eating. Turnam... I will through myself in the sea a fish I will catch seven brides I will leave and you I will take
Turnam... Your hair is blond,
cut short like a boy;
when you come out of the hairdresser,
you make my heart tremble.
Turnam...
Jerusalem National Sound Archives placement: Yc 2087 /20 Typical of cancionero, this song has stanzas of various unconnected themes: one stanza presents the three carnations (the red one, for the beginning of love), another, about not eating because the loss of the beloved (despite having food and a fork - the pirron - already prepared). The last stanza is a flirtatious reference to the new fashion of the short blonde hairstyle.
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