Dedicated to Joaquín Marchal Órpez

From L'Arpeggiata's recording "Mediterraneo" - EMI Classics
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A Aragó hi ha una dama que és bonica com un sol.
Té la cabellera rossa, li arriba fins als talons.
Ai, amorosa Anna Maria, robadora de l'amor...
Ai, de l'amor...
Sa mare la pentinava amb una pinteta d'or.
Sa tia els hi esclaria els cabells, de dos en dos.
Ai, amorosa Anna Maria, robadora de l'amor...
Ai, de l'amor...
Cada cabell una perla, cada perla un anell d'or.
Cada anell d'or una cinta que li volta tot el cos.
Ai, amorosa Anna Maria, robadora de l'amor...
Ai, de l'amor...
Sa germana més petita li baixava el lligador;
el lligador que li baixa és un floc de molts colors.
Ai, amorosa Anna Maria, robadora de l'amor...
Ai, de l'amor...
Son germà se la mirava amb un ull tot amorós.
No fóssim germans, Maria, mos casaríem tos dos.
Ai, amorosa Anna Maria, robadora de l'amor...
Ai, de l'amor..

(translation)

In Aragon is a lady as fair as the sun.
Her flaxen hair flows down to her feet.
Ah, the lovely Anna Maria, thief of love...
Ah, of love...
Her mother was combing it with a golden comb,
her aunt was braiding it, strand by strand.
Ah, the lovely Anna Maria, thief of love...
Ah, of love...
Each hair a pearl, each pearl a golden ring,
each golden ring a girdle that wraps around her body.
Ah, the lovely Anna Maria, thief of love...
Ah, of love...
Her youngest sister untied her ribbon;
the ribbon she unties is a bunch of many colours.
Ah, the lovely Anna Maria, thief of love...
Ah, of love...
Her brother turned on her a loving gaze.
Were we not brother and sister, Maria,
the two of us would marry.
Ah, the lovely Anna Maria, thief of love...
Ah, of love...

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