A keresés eredménye

Dialogue

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On my door knocked love
and I didn't want to listen to it
and I don't know
why is bleeding in my chest
the memory of your love
 
I asked the Moon
if it was love
what shines in your smile
with such an excitement
and crying she confessed
that she wanted to be for me*
and the Moon answered me
to love you have to suffer
and the Moon answered me
I'd like to be for you*
 
On my door knocked love
and I opened my warm chest*
because inside of me was
the memory of your love
 

May the Magdalena help me

May the Magdalena help me,1
Oh, oh, how great my suffering is,
that I don't have to grief,
Oh, that the grief has me.
 
I don't think about revenge
because that doesn't suit me,
if I have lost hope,
What do I care about the others?
 
I ask God, I ask God,
for you to never come back,
because to me you have already died.
I accidentally stepped on the weeds,
that you sowed in my garden.
 
The son that was born to me,
will not pay your sentence,
will carry my surnames,
and there you with your conscience.
 
But he won't be a wretch,
Because I'll make a good man out of him.
Don't worry about him
that the son of my sins,
Oh, my sins!,
will never miss you.
 
May the Magdalena help me,
Oh, what a pain of churumbel,
that has my brown skin,
and his little eyes like his.2
 
I'll watch over by the cradle,
his sleeping at dawn,
not letting even the moon,
to come wake him up.
 
I ask God, I ask God,
for you to never come back,
because to me you have already died.
I accidentally stepped on the weeds,
that you sowed in my garden.
 
The son that was born to me,
will not pay your sentence,
will carry my surnames,
and there you with your conscience.
 
But he won't be a wretch,
Because I'll make a good man out of him.
Don't worry about him
that the son of my sins,
Oh, my sins!,
will never miss you.
 

• 1. give me strength
• 2. the father's

Triana, bridge and apart

Triana! 1
 
Come with me, and we will build
a little house in the countryside,
and we will get inside,
a little house in the countryside,
and we will get inside
 
To Guitarrina
her father is going to buy her
a lina blanket for the carnival
 
She was my first cousin
a pretty charlotte,
she has her dress made
and doesn’t pay the seamstress
 
A clock marked
with the hours and minutes
of the wrong payment
you have given me
 
When passing through La Campana, 2
the first thing you’ll see is
a guard playing his whistle
and in his hand, a paper where it is written:
“give me two pesetas”

How Good I am (Andalusian Dance Song)

For a gypsy verse,
With a strong feeling,
The Gypsies from Triana give
All they have earned in a year.
 
Oh, how I love you gypsy man of my soul,
Even if you don't think as I do!
Kissing the flowers I spend my life,
Kissing the flowers of May and April,
Because mountain flowers
Soothe the pain I feel because of you.
 
Everyone says I'm good,
And I choose to believe that I am bad,
Why won't I uproot this pain
That I carry written on my soul.
How good I am, How bad I am.
 
What I want most in my life,
Even though it's my downfall,
Are the pains and joys
That I feel because of this gypsy.
 
Oh, how I love you gypsy man of my soul,
Even if you don't think as I do!
My beloved Triana, because you are the queen,
Flowers and the Guadalquivir river embrace you,
You carry the Torre del Oro as an ornament in your hair
And you have within you the cradle of gypsy art.
 
(Refrain)
 

Children of stifling

Asleep to time and to love
A long way and without illusion
That you must go across
That you must curse
Children of stifling and pain
A hundred forces which flood the heart
They separate you from yourself
They separate you from yourself
 
I want to feel something which smells like life
That my blood runs crazy of passion
Discover the music which is on the laugh, the deep light and the love
 
Awake to time and to love
A long way and with illusion
That you must go across
From now to the end
Children of stifling and pain
A hundred forces which flood the heart
They separate you from yourself
They separate you from yourself
 
Awake to time and to love
A long way and with illusion
That you must go across
From now to the end, no...
 

Bright morning

Yesterday I had a dream
High as the sky
When I woke up
Something burned me deep inside
 
The bird sang
The sad melody
Which springs from the earth
Without stopping even a moment
 
Suddenly I saw myself
As a stranger
I started to walk
Without knowing where to go
Without knowing...
 
The trees were telling
Stories of other worlds
With expresive dances
For a thirsty heart
 
Bright morning
Ignite of suffering
Today I saw the light
That we all have inside
 

Everything is coloured

Everything is coloured
Everything is coloured
Everything is coloured
Everything is coloured
 
How beautiful is spring...
How beautiful is spring when it comes
The carnation that you have on your window, reminds me to Triana's neighbourhood
 

I wanna tell you

I wanna tell you girl
how the sense of the things change.
Like a wide or narrow door
according to your way to be.
 
The white winged bird
flies high at your level.
I wanna tell you girl
all the way I saw it yesterday.
 
I can't go on...
I can't go on...
I can't go on...
I can't go on...
 
Yes or no
Yes or no
Come to the door
Come to the door
It opens or narrows
according to your way to be.
It opens or narrows
according to your way to be.
I wanna tell you
 
It was like a beautiful dream,
deep and ours.
All was stiring up
with the joy of the being.
 
I can't go on...
I can't go on...
I can't go on...
I can't go on...
 

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I Love

I like la la la I love x 6
 
I love the light of the stars which burn my eyes
I love listening to you even when you lie
I love losing myself, I love
Losing myself
Call me
I stand tall as I kissed
 
I love x 4
 
You're the hide-and-go-seek that I've been looking for
The hide-and-go-seek I've been looking for
 
I love recieving the things you've sent
I love the sounds that sound like they come from the beach
I love the reformation of my heart
Look, the lamp is coming too fast
 
I like la la la la I love x 4
I like x 5
 
I love recieving the things you've sent
I love the sounds that sound like they come from the beach
I love the reformation of my heart
Look, the lamp is coming too fast
C'mon
 
I like la la la la I love x 12