When I went through Casablanca, coming the Moorish quarter
I saw a moorish girl washing in crystaline clear waters.

Depart beautiful moorish, cute moorish, depart.
Let my horse drink from the crystaline clear water.

Do you want to come with me, climb on my horse?
Lord, good knight, willingly I would go.

And the clothes that I wash, whom he would leave?.
Those of thread of the Netherlands, you will be wearing them.

And the worthless, throw her out to sea.
And my honor good rider, whom I would leave it ?

I swear before my sword, belted to my waist
not to touch your honor while you're not mine.

Passing some fields, the girl was crying.
Why are you crying, beautiful moorish?
Why you cry, cute moorish?

I cry because in these fields, my father came to hunt
with my brother Moralejo and all his court.

Mother, you open the door, windows and balconies.
That has appeared the rose you were looking day and night.