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Flamenco singing lyrics

Ole, Felix de Utrera! That I love flamenco singing, I don't let anyone argue or doubt about it. That flamenco singing lyrics say truthful sentences, I'm convinced. But since one can be brave and polite at the same time, we must recognize that some flamenco lyrics are a little strange. For example this one:
 
Your mother is saying
that I've entertained you
and I have you written
in the book of oblivion
 
Ea, then the mother is right, right? If you have her written on a notebook, is because you knew her and after chitty chatting with her you knocked on her door. This shows that you've been entertaining her. So, what's the point of badmouthing the mother when she's more right than a saint? Another, for example:
 
I'm dying of sorrow
and I don't dare to cry.
For fear of repeating
the universal flood.
 
Ea, take that. So they say that we're not exaggerating. Precisely the universal flood. If he was Jeremy and he couldn't fill a bottle, figure out. And this other:
 
To your door we came
A gang of four hundred people
If you want us to sing to you,
get four hundred chairs.
 
Ha, what? Isn't it funny or not? Four hundred chairs. This man took the woman as an open-air theater. And even if she had the four hundred chairs, isn't it more natural by tactfulness that those four hundred guys come in and each of them pick his chair? Well not. 'If you want us to sing to you, get four hundred chairs.' I calculate that this lady takes two hours and half in get the four hundred chairs out. And then after they stop singing, she has to put them back. Ea, let's see if this is worthy. Well, and this lyric that I didn't fully understand.
 
They took me out of jail
They took me to an olive grove
They shot me four times
They just killed me
 
Well, if they just killed you, how can you sing? And this lyric too, what can you say?
 
Come with me to Pamplona
because halfway through
I want to talk to you
 
Ea, and it has to be to Pamplona that is more than a thousand kilometers far away. In other words, since he says he wants to talk to her halfway through, the girl has to walk five hundred kilometers or so for the other to tell her what he wants. With how easy is to tell her 'Look Manolita. I need to talk to you before going to Pamplona. So get yourself ready, that we will take a walk until Castilleja de la Cuesta.' And that's it, and you save the nuisance to the girl.
 


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14.03.2025

Falling More in Love with You





Thank you for always being you
Who with much patience understands
My difficult moments
So many of which you are not to blame
And that I inadvertently cannot avoid
 

Thank you for always being like that
Sharing your days with me
Loving and romantic
Putting so much joy into things
Telling me, love, that my life is your life
 

Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling more in love
Those two kisses that you give me
After the loving
After the many times that I have slept in your arms
You look at me and tell me
I love only you
Falling in love together
And when you are not here
I really do not know what to do
 

Thank you for always being like that
A companion and lover that is
Loving and romantic
That always gives me another opportunity
For me to understand that I have to change
 

Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling even more in love
Today I promise to truly put my heart
Into everything that I do
Because you and I
Must understand each another,
Truly love each another
 

Falling more in love with you
Time goes by and I
Love you more each day
 


14.03.2025

The day starts





The day starts for me and her at the same time early in the morning
I'm already there, at her house, and soon she's stepping out.
 

It's bright, she's hurries, walks to the tram, I join.
 

She doesn't see me at all. She reads a book, it's a romantic novel.
 

Accidentally I bump her toes with my foot.
I say 'please excuse me', then she whispers 'please' and nothing else.
 

And she doesn't look at me, she reads the novel.
 

This has been going on for weeks. How will I ever get lucky again?
 

The ride back has to be different, I take my chances, I invite her: 'Reality', so I start, 'will be better than your novel, my lady. Put the book away and become mine.'
 

Then the tram came, she read her book, it was the same novel. But as the tram rolled in everything I wanted to say, what I had planned got under the wheels. And she didn't look at me, she read the novel.
 

(1971)
 


14.03.2025

Empty space





I guess I didn't know at the time that I was lonely
That after a while it'll pierce my heart
When even the familiar air becomes murky
When even cruel love turns its back on you
 

An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
 

Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
 

Empty space
Emotions that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me
Come back to me
 

I don't even have any regrets anymore
When even the promised love turns its back on you
 

An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
 

Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
 

Empty space
Feelings that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me come back
 


14.03.2025

Come and play with me





Come and play with me
The game of love
How it'll be with us one day
Come and play with me
The old game of love
Of tenderness
And the game of fortune
And of sorrow
What will you love me for
What will you hate me for?
And when will you
Let me walk away from you?
Are we loyal to eachother, again and again?
 

I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.
 

I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.