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Listen to it

I've told you a thousand times that I don't want to be with you
because when you play, the feeling takes away the sorrows
with so much rhythm, you have me completely crazy.
You know it well,
cousin, you know it well,
looking for setbacks in your flamenco piano
you seek your inspiration.
Oh! Like the sun seeks its fate
on top of a rooftop in a neighboring house
it runs in your family to be a flamenco by nature
the nature is your flamenco from the Santa Maria neighborhood.
There's a world of polka dots,
there's a gypsy dream
the illusion carried by the air
to then die on the piano keys.
It's known in your pinch
playing bulerías
always so misunderstood
always seeking the way.
Struggles that are twofold
to feel, die, create, play flamenco
what good are the riches
if the source you've drunk from
is just a washbasin.
Come and listen to it, come and listen to it,
it will make you feel the music
of old and the modern, the pure of the path
that teaches you to be flamenco