They were three sisters churumbelas
From the Lavapiés neighborhood
The Veronica, the Merche, the Carmela
Toma, candela and olé
There were three gypsies
In the XXI century
They ruminated nine days a week
With everyone and with none
La Carmela wanted an alleluia for bulerías by Camarón
To the Veronica a gypsy from the end of the king of the street markets
But the Merche, I do not shut up anymore,
he was riding it by ripping off a guy from Castellón
Being niece of Arcángel's godmother
From Farruquito, from Cortés,
From Tomatito, from Marifé
From pericón and Mercé
of the Chano and the Lebrijano
Of the Lola and the Manué
And I spy from my window, every morning
To the sultana of Lavapiés
I'm dying of desire
To marry the three
On the edge of the Apollo every evening
I see them look palmito
I live alone, like a good coward
and I can be your grandpa
They drive Tirso de Molina crazy
A Lope and Calderón
To Morente,
To the camel on the corner
Obama and a server
Carmela, mint and cinnamon
in full worship to the shepherd a lump
and a tabardillo took it
To the Veronica the gypsy
gave him a bad treatment and four children
but La Merche, look where
he does not hide anymore, he goes with his payo
to give the call in Mercamadrid
Being niece of Arcángel's godmother
From Farruquito, from Cortés,
From Tomatito, from Marifé
From pericón and Mercé
of the Chano and the Lebrijano
Of the Lola and the Manué
And they lived to their shape and in their own way
elbow to elbow, I bless you,
The calés of Lavapiés
Three were, three were
They married everyone,
See you
With everyone, less with me
With everyone, less with me
Vive Úbeda
Blessed glory
With everyone, less with me
What punishment
Less with me
With everyone, less with me
With everyone, less with me
Only among all we can make this a better place :)