Bulería Del Día
Pasaran rios de pena y lloraran
Que estamos hechos para llorar
Pa´ no mentirme no digas na
Pasaran de dos mentiras una verdad
Que las palabras me duelen mas
Pa no mentirme no digas na
Buscaran el hilo negro para bordar
Y a las mentiras un cachito de verdad
Vente al sur, donde quieras si quieres …
Entre rincones los callejones se cerraban
Se abren del paso de las calles que mojadas
Del rocio de la noche…
Bulería of the Day
Rivers of sorrow will flow and they'll cry
We're made to weep, that's no lie
To keep it real, don’t say a thing
From two lies, one truth will spring
Words hurt me more than you know
To keep it real, don’t say a thing
They'll search for the missing thread to sew
And for the lies, a piece of truth to show
Come down south, wherever you want if you want...
In the corners, the alleys would close tight
They open up with the streets, soaked at night
From the dew of the night...