2017.07.29.
Ay, Bold Lady of Madrid!
Would you do me the favor,queen of Madrid?
There is never a dance that is to my liking.
Get out of here!
I have a great honor.
Whoever feels honored
is a servant.
But before dancing, if you are not angry,
Release the skirt that I folded.
What I want,
To tell the truth,
Is to flaunt the well ironed slip.
It is done!
The chotis is
the one that's just right
To thaw
the spark of dancing cheek to cheek.
And those who are going to
Dance to the same sound,
It seems that they beat
like a heart.
Yes sir,
It's true.
There you go,
Dance.
There is nothing like the chotis,
to keep the beat.
Ay, chulapa* of Madrid,
Fine and pretty,
Fine and pretty,
Stops me from sleeping!
Quiet, pure chulapo,
You are my spell,
you are my spell,
to be a civilian of Madrid.
I'm not joking,
I also speak the truth.
And that in the dance, it seems that
what is born and created from it,
is a good friendship.
Chotis of Madrid,
A popular dance,
Soul of country fairs and night fairs,
You have to ask
if it's for you,
For struggles
do not leave.
They dance in the Flower and in the Provisions,
And in other highly selective salons,
But where
I get dislocated
is in the Nurseries of Madrid.
Do you want to
rest?
I have grown
weary.
It's here.
Sit.
Thank you very much.
It's nothing.