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The river of my Sevilla

The river Guadalquivir
Lamented one morning
I have to decide
Between Sevilla and Triana
And I don't know how to choose
Oh, who could
Mix mint and cinnamon in one perfume?
 
I am dreaming of your kisses
In the alley of the water
Don't wake me from my dream
Bell of the weather vane.
The dreamed caresses
Are the best ones.
 
Sevilla, don't listen
To the caresses of the river
Which river would come by
To unite with mine?
Because lovers forget sooner
If there's a distance.
 
River of my Sevilla
Don't stop
River of my Sevilla
Don't stop
For I am waiting for you in Sanlúcar
In the immense sea
What a lack of enthusiasm
You will show when you'll leave the shores of your Triana.
 
Manuel, don't try to conquer
My heart
Because Sevilla stole it from me
and did not give it back to me
Because Sevilla
tangles up hearts
In its mantilla
Friend, tell me
If you have to pass through Jerez
On your way from Cádiz to Sevilla.
 


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On the sunday we'll go to pitch,
To cheer on our SPAL
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And nobody can stop them
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And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

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And one, and two, and three,
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If by disgrace they score against us,
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With courage and confidence,
Bring forward that ball.
Let's go SPAL, we are in Serie B
We don't want Serie C anymore
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That we'll win the Serie B!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
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And one,
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And one, and two, and three,
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All the crowd is anxious
Their eyes are on the ball
The fans are in frendzy:
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We've had enough of suffering
We are stronger than ever
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And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 

And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
 


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Nowkhosravani 4/ you are that cloud which...





They say a beautiful flower compares to the moon the moon to the sun,
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RED





Love is always complicated.
Words never fly straight.
I just want to live simply,
but I can’t anymore—I want to run away.
 

You wear a beautiful dress,
smiling so innocently.
But even that kind of happiness scares me,
so I can’t anymore—I want to run away.
 

What should I do?
All these fakes keep changing my life.
 

Love is always a coward,
always afraid of words.
Blindfolded— in the darkness, my hands can’t grasp the light.
 

What should I do?
All these fakes keep changing my life.
 

“Even if it costs me my life,”
“I will protect you.”
But if that’s not how this goes,
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A Prayer





Gazing into an angel’s smile
A deaf old lady folds her hands together
In the empty space of the church
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The light of the small flame fades
The evening rises [its] crow wings
The old lady closes1 her eyes
The church drowns in the dark of the night
 

A prayer will turn into a trifle
Every problem, every quarrel
In the empty space of the church
The candle next to the altar goes out
 
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