Doce Cascabeles
Amália Rodrigues Lyrics


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Doce cascabeles lleva mi caballo
Por la carretera
Y un par de claveles al pelo prendío
Lleva mi romera y la carreta que va adelante
Mil campanillas lleva sonando
Y hasta las ruedas hacen su cante
Por qué los ejes van repicando
Para el cubierto con arrallanes
Toldo con cielo de Andalucía
Que bien bracean, mis alazanes
Que no hay carreta como la mía
La carretera se hace de flores
Al paso alegre de las romeras
Y hay madrigales, besos y amores
Por los caminos y las laderas
Bajo el amparo de mi sombrero
Hay que bonitas van mis romeras




Van derramando, gracia y salero
Parece suya la tierra entera

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Doce Cascabeles" by Amália Rodrigues tell the story of a festive procession along a flower-filled road. The singer describes a beautiful scene where her horse is adorned with sweet little bells and her traveling companion wears a couple of carnations in her hair. The romera, or pilgrim, is accompanied by a cart that carries a thousand ringing bells, and even the wheels of the cart create a rhythmic melody.


The journey becomes a celebration as the procession moves forward, with the road turning into a bed of flowers. The romeras sing joyful songs, exchange kisses, and find love along the way. Under the protection of the singer's hat, this group of romeras captivates everyone with their charm and grace. The singer takes pride in her cart, claiming it is the best one, while the bells and the wheels continue their enchanting sounds, making it seem like the entire land belongs to them.


Overall, the lyrics convey a sense of joy, celebration, and pride in the tradition of the romera and the beauty of the moment they create as they journey along the road.


Line by Line Meaning

Doce cascabeles lleva mi caballo
My horse carries twelve jingling bells


Por la carretera
Along the road


Y un par de claveles al pelo prendío
And a pair of carnations tied to its mane


Lleva mi romera y la carreta que va adelante
My pilgrim woman and the cart that goes ahead


Mil campanillas lleva sonando
A thousand bells ringing


Y hasta las ruedas hacen su cante
And even the wheels sing their song


Por qué los ejes van repicando
Because the axles strike a tune


Para el cubierto con arrallanes
For the covered wagon with embroidered patterns


Toldo con cielo de Andalucía
Canopy with a sky of Andalusia


Que bien bracean, mis alazanes
How well my chestnut horses prance


Que no hay carreta como la mía
There is no cart like mine


La carretera se hace de flores
The road turns into a display of flowers


Al paso alegre de las romeras
With the joyous footsteps of the pilgrims


Y hay madrigales, besos y amores
And there are madrigals, kisses, and loves


Por los caminos y las laderas
Along the paths and slopes


Bajo el amparo de mi sombrero
Under the protection of my hat


Hay que bonitas van mis romeras
How beautifully my pilgrims advance


Van derramando, gracia y salero
Spreading grace and spirit


Parece suya la tierra entera
As if the entire land belongs to them




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