We had just seen the bull,
Three boys, three young girls
In the field, the weather was fine
And we danced a bolero,
At the sound of the castanets
Tell me, neighbour,
If I am looking well
And if my Basque girl
Is well, this morning
Do you think my figure is graceful?
Do you think my figure is graceful?

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
The girls of Cadiz like that very much
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
The girls of Cadiz like that very much
La-la-la
The girls of Cadiz like that very much
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

And we danced a bolero
One evening, it was Sunday
Towards us came an hidalgo,
Wealthy, feather on the cap
And the fist on the hip:
If you want from me
Brown with the soft smile?
You only have to say it
This gold is yours
Go your own path, good sir
Go your own path, good sir

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
The girls of Cadiz do not hear that
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
The girls of Cadiz do not hear that
La-la-la
The girls of Cadiz do not hear that
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!