Carnaval de Cádiz - Popurrí Las seductoras versuri traducere în engleză

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Medley The seductresses

Moonly moon, you who dream,
hear my chant in carnival
chants that are from a siren
who is a prisoner of this sea.
The reflection of the dawn shines.
In my throat, the heart.
Give me the strength that I lack
with your darts of passion.
Do not deny me your kisses.
Give me, queen, your spell.
Light the path.
And let the fire awaken my heartbeats.
And let the blood boil
in a forbidden fire.
Let the coward surrender
until the last breath.
Moonlight, you who dream,
hear my chant, help me
chants that are from a siren
who only wants to be a woman…
 

Seas of life.
Calm seas.
Brave seas.
Seas of sky.
Seas without life.
Pirate seas.
Seas without fish.
Seas of fear.
Friendly seas.
Warm seas.
Northern seas.
Seas of cradle.
Seas of blood.
Seas in a dinghy.
Seas without direction.
Seas of doubts.
Seas of sounds
over the seas.
Sunset
in suns and seas.
Winter seas.
Seas of Europe.
Seas, money
How much are you worth?
Seas, a port
full of people.
Seas, markets.
Seas that heal.
Seas without a boat.
Law of the seas.
Silent seas.
Dark seas.
Seas of death.
Innocent seas.
Seas of contempt.
Seas in the Strait.
How small the seas…
More than seven seas.
Seas without remedy.
Seas… what have they done to you?
Let my voice resonate,
I can't keep quiet if they're killing me,
killing, killing my mother1…
 

To promise is not to say a sentence,
and let time abandon it forgotten in a corner
to draw an impossible in the sky,
it's something that's useless if the heart is not in charge.
To promise is not the chant of a future,
putting music in a pentagram with silhouettes of a song.
Beware of those who come with promises
disguised as duchesses who shoot like a cannon.
Here he lost his mind
as he heard from another mouth
'I will love you for life.'
He learned that a promise of love hurts you
when it ends.
That contract of two
will never come true
however many times someone repeats it
that's why it's better to keep quiet,
that's why it's better to keep quiet…
Promises that drown.
Promises that hurt.
Promises of the man
blinded by power.
Chants in the ear
that you reciprocate.
Chants that show
the enormous innocence that lives in men.
And the soul condemns,
because they are only chants,
chants of sirens,
chants of sirens…
 

If the Strait2 devours another dinghy,
and its remains are spit out by the tide
as long as you remain a slave by contract,
and the law continues to cover the employers
grandparents are left without pensions,
lonely they go to demonstrations
if the blood that runs through your veins,
at times, becomes more and more poisoned
you are not one of them,
you are not one of them
welcome to the Sirens' squad!
If the politician has stolen your money,
condemning the unemployed and the worker
if your country and your flag are torn apart,
and the government silenced in its trench
if the blood that runs through your veins,
at times, becomes more and more poisoned
you are not one of them,
you are not one of them
welcome to the Sirens' squad!
You are not one of them,
you are not one of them.
Welcome to the Sirens' squad!
 

I, who came
with the intention of seducing you,
my love,
and I did not know
that it was your coplas
the one that always in February
would seduced me,
would seduced me...
I, who thought
that my siren songs were
your poison
I was wrong,
and I sang to you,
and each note that came out of my mouth
made me fall in love.
There is no tide,
nets or seas that can keep me away from your streets
and from your side.
Even if you don't want to, you turn the coldest months
of my calendar into spring.
I don't know what happens,
that every year I need to give you another comparsa,
that I no longer want
to imagine you without your February nights
they are my poison,
and I am dying…
I am short of air without the water of these seas,
sand girl.
White foam with the fury of the winds,
you, my siren.
I would tell you
so many compliments that a lifetime to love you
would not be enough.
I came to trap you,
and such was my mistake,
that I can no longer forget you, and the one who is trapped is me,
it is me, it is me…
Because you have managed to fulfil my passion,
and I carry you forever in my heart,
in my heart….
 

• 1. Wordplay, in which they compare the sea with their mother, as the pronunciation (southern Spanish accent) of the word 'mother' resembles the word 'seas'
• 2. Strait of Gibraltar

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