Dry and green
The girl with the pretty face
Is out picking olives
The wind, playboy of towers
Grabs her around her waist
Four riders pass by
On andalusion ponies
In blue and green jackets
And big dark capes
"Come to Cardoba muchacha"
They call out but she doesn't listen to them
Three young bullfighters pass by
Slender by the waist
In jackets, the colour of oranges
Swords of ancient silver
"Come to Sevilla muchacha"
The girl doesn't listen to them
When the afternoon had turned
The girl with the pretty face
Keeps on picking olives
With the grey arm of the wind
Wrapped around her waistÂ