Engl. Trans  Falla  Balada de Mallorca

By the beach,
Abra La - a young virgin
observed her image in the well
while filling her clay-mug.
Her shimmering foot
slipped on the moss
and the mug broke in pieces
and sank.
Oh, the tears that she wept
on the beach
turned bitter the sea
hitherto so sweet.

Oh, how she wept,
when she saw the pieces
of her little golden mug.
Ah, the sea begins to mourn,
it takes her in its lap,
and gives her a Venus's shell
as a cradle.
And it asks for a rosebush
to be planted in May.
Three pieces of the
golden mug there were
and they turned into the islands,
the flower islands.