Dice La Gente

People Say

Dice La Gente

People say that I am flamencoDice la gente que yo soy flamenco
That my hair shines differentlyQue el pelo me brilla distinto
That I fell in love with the moonQue me enamoré de la luna
And that every night I hang on its threadsY que cada noche me cuelgo en sus hilos

People say that I am a rockerDice la gente que soy un roquero
Born from a gypsyParido por una gitana
That I was baptized by the BeatlesQue me bautizaron los Beatles
On the shore that leads to TrianaEn la orilla que da pa Triana

People say, people sayDice la gente, la gente dice
Whatever comes out of their nosesLo que le sale de las narices
But you, girl, don't pay attention to themPero tú, niña, no les hagas caso
And stay with what I sing to youY quédate con lo que te canto
That by singing I tell youQue cantando te lo cuento

I sing to your little face, the most beautiful to meYo le canto a tu carita, para mí la más bonita
And I sing to the colors drawn by the horizonY le canto a los colores que dibuja el horizonte
I sing to Andalusia, owner of my soulYo le canto a Andalucía, propietaria de mi alma
And I search for joy among the debris of dramaY rebusco la alegría por los escombros del drama

To make a living, to make my wayPara buscarme la vida, para hacerme mi camino
I have more than enough with my guitar, I don't need a knife, oh ohMe sobra con mi guitarra no necesito cuchillo, oh oh
I don't need a knife, oh ohNo necesito cuchillo, oh oh
I don't need a knifeNo necesito cuchillo

People say I was a sailorDice la gente que fui marinero
That I am friends with the windQue tengo amistad con el viento
That every evening it tells me its thingsQue cada tarde me cuenta sus cosas
Which are the things that I later singQue son las cosas que yo canto luego

People say, people sayDice la gente, la gente dice
Whatever comes out of their nosesLo que le sale de las narices
But you, girl, don't pay attention to themPero tú, niña, no les hagas caso
And stay with what I sing to youY quédate con lo que te canto
That by singing I tell youQue cantando te lo cuento

I sing to your little face, the most beautiful to meYo le canto a tu carita, para mí la más bonita
And I sing to the colors drawn by the horizonY le canto a los colores que dibuja el horizonte
I sing to Andalusia, owner of my soulYo le canto a Andalucía, propietaria de mi alma
And I search for joy among the debris of dramaY rebusco la alegría por los escombros del drama

To make a living, to make my wayPara buscarme la vida, para hacerme mi camino
I have more than enough with my guitar, I don't need a knife, oh ohMe sobra con mi guitarra no necesito cuchillo, oh oh
I don't need a knife, oh ohNo necesito cuchillo, oh oh
I don't need a knifeNo necesito cuchillo

People say, people sayDice la gente, la gente dice
Whatever comes out of their nosesLo que le sale de las narices
But you, girl, don't pay attention to themPero tú, niña, no les hagas caso
And stay with what I sing to youY quédate con lo que te canto
That by singing I tell youQue cantando te lo cuento

I sing to your little face, the most beautiful to meYo le canto a tu carita, para mí la más bonita
And I sing to the colors drawn by the horizonY le canto a los colores que dibuja el horizonte
I sing to Andalusia, owner of my soulYo le canto a Andalucía, propietaria de mi alma
And I search for joy among the debris of dramaY rebusco la alegría por los escombros del drama

To make a living, to make my wayPara buscarme la vida, para hacerme mi camino
I have more than enough with my guitar, I don't need a knife, oh ohMe sobra con mi guitarra no necesito cuchillo, oh oh
I don't need a knife, oh ohNo necesito cuchillo, oh oh
I don't need a knifeNo necesito