Caminando por la plaza

From Arboleras - De las altas mares, Ecos Sefardies de la isle de Rodas, cd 2, 2009

Lyrics:
Caminando por la plaza encontrí una mujer
dè ver su linda facha, su gracia era dẻ ver
sus cabellos lindos pretos m'hicieron tresalir
mi corazón batía por no poder dicir.

Por ti, por ti, por ti mi hermosa dama
daré mi vida entera.
Por ti, por ti, por ti mi corazón, 
dama me se desespera.
No se lo què haré, 
no se lo que hablaré
Non se ónde iré

Dieciocho años tengo, la flor de mi mancėbez
me quemates en el fuego por la primera vez.
Yo penso a ti sola, cómo te alcanzaré
si es dė dar mi vida, por ti yo la daré
Por ti...

Dieciocho años tengo, chica so' de boy,
mè casaron présto, me tomaron y el bos.
Yo quero un mancebico que sea a mi boy,
para que me compre un saat y un cordón.
Por ti...

A ti, mujer cruela - con rabia le dije yo,
tu amigo era aquel que se murió.
Travé mi spada lanza, su pecho I'afinquí
⁃ Muérete, maldicha, por ti yo lo matí.
Por ti...

Translation:
Walking through the plaza, I met a woman;
to see her beautiful appearance, her grace was something to behold.
Her lovely black hair made me tremble;
my heart was beating because I could not speak.

For you, for you, for you, my beautiful lady,
I would give my whole life.
For you, for you, for you, my heart,
my lady, is in despair.
I do not know what I shall do, 
I do not know what I shall say,
I do not know where I shall go.

I am eighteen years old, in the flower of my youth.
You burned me in the fire for the first time.
I think only of you, how shall I win you?
If it means giving my life, I would give it for you.
For you...

 I am eighteen years old, I am still a young girl.
They married me off quickly; they took me and gave me away.
I want a young husband who is of my own age,
so that he will buy me a watch and a necklace.
For you...
 
To you, cruel woman, with anger I spoke
your lover was the one who died.
I drew my sword and thrust it into his chest
- Die, accursed woman, for you I killed him.
For you...