Aserico de quince años
su hermosura es una,
ya empezó a hacer l’amor
con una creatura.
Aj, morena, morena del mi corazón,
saberas tú, me querida,
que por ti me muero yo
me muero yo.
Siete civdades arrodeí,
de París hasta Londra,
mejor qu’ a ti yo non tupí,
aunque sos morena.
Fifteen-year-old Aserico
her beauty is unique,
I have begun to be in love
with a child.
Ah, brunette, brunette of my heart,
you will know, my dear,
that I am dying for you
I am dying for you.
I have traveled through seven cities,
from Paris to London,
One better than you I have not found,
although you are dark-skinned.
Jerusalem National Sound Archives placement: Y5671/58
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