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Graceful Malagenean woman

Versions: #1
How beautiful eyes you have
under those eyebrows,
under those eyebrows,
how beautiful eyes you have.
 
They want to look at me,
but you don't let them,
but you don't let them,
not even blink.
 
Graceful Malagenean woman,
I want to kiss your lips,
I want to kiss your lips,
graceful Malagenean woman,
 
and to tell you, beautiful girl,
that you're pretty and bewitching,
that you're pretty and bewitching,
like the innocence of a rose.
 
If you reject me because I'm poor,
I think you're right,
I think you're right,
if you reject me because I'm poor.
 
I don't offer you any riches,
I can offer you my heart,
I can offer you my heart,
in exchange of my poverty.
 
Graceful Malagenean woman,
I want to kiss your lips,
I want to kiss your lips,
graceful Malagenean woman,
 
and to tell you, beautiful girl,
that you're pretty and bewitching,
that you're pretty and bewitching,
like the innocence of a rose.
 
and to tell you, beautiful girl...
 

Cu toate acestea

Îmi plac ochii verzi,
Și tu îi ai negri

Alejandra

Tu ești
regina iubirii mele,
ca un vis azuriu,
ce-n viața mea a sosit.
 
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Te-am adorat
de cum te-am văzut,
sufletul meu ți l-am dăruit
și mulțumită ție sunt fericit.
 
Ascultă-mi cântecul,
inima mea o cheamă pe-a ta.
Lasă-mă să-ți spun că tu ești dragostea mea,
obsesia mea, amăgirea mea.
Lasă-mă să spun că pentru tine am renunțat la mândrie.
Te iubesc, Alejandra, din toată inima!
 
Deja, datorită ție,
cerul meu e purpuriu.
Deja, datorită ție,
port în suflet un soare.
 
Ascultă-mi cântecul,
inima mea o cheamă pe-a ta.
Lasă-mă să-ți spun că tu ești dragostea mea,
obsesia mea, amăgirea mea.
Lasă-mă să spun că pentru tine am renunțat la mândrie.
Te iubesc, Alejandra, din toată inima!
 
Te-am adorat
de cum te-am văzut,
sufletul meu și l-am dăruit,
și mulțimită ție sunt fericit.
 

My Last Bolero

Listen to my last bolero,
that I sing with my soul, inspired by you.
 
I want people to know,
That all of my love was always for you.
 
I take your love to infinity,
full of great happiness.
 
Listen to my last bolero,
that I sing with my soul, inspired by you.
 
I take your love to infinity,
full of great happiness.
 
Listen to my last bolero,
that I sing with my soul, inspired by you.
 

Spanish Qualities

Courtyard that smells of romance,
Of couplets and roses, and orange blossoms.
The Spanish night escapes,
that with its darkness knew how to cover you.(x2)
 
Like a carnation that bursts,
Your blood-red mouth gave me a kiss,
And in that kiss there remained
The nights, the couplets, the roses and me.
 
Behind the lace screen
The flower pots and flowers could hear
in a pleasant sigh, a sigh from the soul,
what he wanted to tell you.
 
ahhhahhh...
 
The clacking of castanets, the courtyard
which the gypsy filled with celebration.
A kiss that has been mostly mine,
That from your mouth, made me tremble.
Something that was more than a kiss,
Something that is more than kissing.
A kiss that left in my life, guitars
and couplets and orange blossoms.(x2)
 

You forget

Versions: #2
You forget
that you love me in spite of what you say,
since we both carry scars upon our souls
impossible to erase.
 
You forget
that I could even do you wrong if I decided,
since your love I hold dear commitment to
but forced it will not be.
 
And now it turns out
that I am not of your life's stature,
and by leaving you almost - almost forget
that there is a pact between us two.
 
For my part
I return your promise to adore me,
don't even feel sorry for leaving me,
since that pact was not with god.
 
And now it turns out
that I am not of your life's stature,
and by leaving you almost - almost forget
that there is a pact between us two.
 
For my part
I return your promise to adore me,
don't even feel sorry for leaving me,
since that pact was not with god.
 

Slave and Master

Versions: #2
I don't know what it is about your eyes,
I don't know what it is about your mouth (lips)
that dominates my cravings (desires)
and turns my blood crazy.
 
I don't know how I wound up loving you
nor how you I went onto adoring,
wishing for death a thousand times
when upon you I am not gazing.
 
At night when I lay myself down
to god I ask I forget you
and at dawn I awake
only just to adore you.
 
What influence your lips hold
that when they kiss me I tremble?
They make me feel like a slave
and master of the universe.
 
At night when I lay myself down
to god I ask to forgive you
and at dawn I awake
only just to adore you.
 
What influence your lips hold
that when they kiss me I tremble?
They make me feel like a slave
and master of the universe.
 

Vagabond

I am a poor vagabond, no home and no fortune,
and I don't know any of the joys of this world.
I go through life with no direction, sorrow is my condemnation
and liquor calmed my sorrow because love is a lie.
 
I don't care what they say about my bohemian heart,
I get drunk because I carry in my soul a tragedy.
And so I take the path that fate condemns me
because at the end in life I will be a vagabond until I die.
 
I don't care what they say about my bohemian heart,
I get drunk because I carry in my soul a tragedy.
And so I take the path that fate condemns me
because at the end in life I will be a vagabond until I die.
 

And I still love you

Every time that I hold you in my arms.
that I look into your eyes, that I hear your voice
and that I think of my life in pieces,
the pay of all I do for you,
I ask myself: ¿why don't I end up
with so much affliction, with so much grief?
If next to you I don't have any future.
¿why don't I pull out this love from my heart?
 
¿Why
if you lie once,
if you lie once again,
and again you lie...?
 
¿Why
I embrace you again,
I kiss you again
even if you make me suffer?
 
I know
that your love is a wound,
that it is the cross of my life
and my perdition.
 
Why
do I torture myself for you,
and my anguish for you
is worse every time?
 
And why,
with my soul in peaces,
I embrace to your arms
if you don't love me?
 
I can't live the way I live..
I know it, I understand it with all reason,
if next to you I only receive
the bitter caress of your compassion.
even though... why don't I shout
that it's all a lie, a lie your love,
and why do I need your love
lf I only find in it torture and grief?
 

The Caravel

I'm on the bridge of my caravel
I carry my soul attached to the helm
A breath of love blows my sails
And I set off singing, set off singing
A divine song.
 
I neither make up my route nor lead the way
to where my ship is to sail.
I know that without a course I'm guided by my destiny
And one day, one day my ship will be
The queen of the seas.
 
Let my course be marked by a flying bird
An errant star or a swift cyclone
I want to see clear my bright star
And one day, one day my ship will be
The goddess of the seas.
 

Incredible luck

I have an incredible luck.
what an incredible luck, to love you
with such immense love
that it won't end even at death time.
 
Aayyy, heart,
don't tell her that I love her so much,
because when you surrender your life,
in tears, love ends up.
 
I have an incredible luck,
see if it es not luck to know all your anxieties.
your eyes have told me,
your eyes, that are the windows if your soul.
 
Aayyy, heart,
to a love, don't surrender yourself completely,
there are always thorns behind the roses
and a treacherous dagger is waiting for you.
 
Aahhh…. aaahhhh… aaahhh…
 
The eyes that bewitched me,
that looked at me, no longer do it,
the lips that lulled me,
that kissed me no longer sigh.
 
Aayyy, cruel world,
how the way opens at my feet!
Those changes that life has,
are whims that fate has.
 

I forgot your name

It's strange, yesterday I saw you, and while trying to call you
truly- so you'll be amazed,
and despite how much I loved you,
can you believe it?, I forgot your name.
 
In vain, through my mind passed
those to who I gave my love,
but it was useless, I couldn't remember you,
just know I loved you once.
 
It's strange, yesterday I saw you, and while trying to call you
truly- so you'll be amazed,
and despite how much I loved you,
can you believe it?, I forgot your name.
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It's strange, yesterday I saw you, and while trying to call you
truly- so you'll be amazed,
and despite how much I loved you,
can you believe it?, I forgot your name.
 
Just learning.

Rose Leave of Malaga

What pretty eyes you have,
Under those two eyebrows,
Under those two eyebrows,
What pretty eyes you have,
 
They want to look at me,
But if you don't let them,
But if you don't let them,
They don't even take a blink,
 
Rose leave of Malaga,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
Rose leave of Malaga,
And to call you, beautiful girl,
 
For you are sweet
Sweet and bewitching,
For you are sweet and bewitching,
As the innocence of a rose,
 
If you despise me because I am poor,
I grant you reasoning,
I grant you reasoning,
If you despise me because I am poor,
 
I do not offer you wealth,
I offer you my heart,
I offer you my heart,
In exchange for my poverty,
 
Rose leave of Malaga,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
Rose leave of Malaga,
And to call you, beautiful girl,
 
For you are sweet
Sweet and bewitching,
As the innocence of a rose,
And to call you, beautiful girl.
 

Light and shade

I know they have told you that I'm good for nothing, good for nothing,
that I only live for the whims of your heart.
If I don't ask anyone, and to no one I beg, who cares about it?
Who cares whether I live or die because of this pasion?
 
Whoever knows about love, should be quiet and understand
to leave me alone, suffering in silence my love pains.
If I am happy having you near,
who cares if you are light and shade of my heart,
if you are light and shade of my heart?
 
Whoever knows about love, should be quiet and understand
to leave me alone, suffering in silence my love pains.
If I am happy having you near,
who cares if you are light and shade of my heart,
if you are light and shade of my heart?
 

Nobleness

It can't be a coward he who forgives
a malignant and tracherous love.
Love is grief when it is sincere,
crying is not a shame, crying is not a shame
because I love you.
 
Any pretty woman would be treacherous
because she turns a brave man into a coward.
 
Because of her betrayal I wanted to tear off her soul
but, when I had her next to me, I kissed her again,
because my mother, because my mother
was pretty as well.
 
Because of her betrayal I wanted to tear off her soul
but, when I had her next to me, I kissed her again,
because my mother, because my mother
was pretty as well.