Son de la tribu
Algiva
They are from the tribe
I only ask the air,
to wake me up when you
appear in my dream.
I only ask the dream,
not to make me sleep if in the air
comes the flamenco sound,
that the tribe gives you.
Arrives at dusk,
wrapped in beats
strumming his guitar
with the capo on the second fret,
accompanying with claps,
and tuning with the Levante,
with a flight of doves that take you to my street.
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Flamenco in the air,
flamenco even in my house,
essences of colors,
keepers in a jar with our young flamenco,
that reach my house,
that have a thousand flavors,
that when it's opened
Oh! it sings that lovesickness,
to its misfortune and its passions.
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Arrives at dusk,
with the rumor of a patio,
opening the door
to a girl who came from a lake
where she saw a white bird,
they say it came singing
the memories of a night and a desperate love.
----------CHORUS----------
Flamenco in the air,
flamenco even in my house,
essences of colors,
keepers in a jar with our young flamenco,
that reach my house,
that have a thousand flavors,
that when it's opened
Oh! it sings that lovesickness,
to its misfortune and its passions.
(*Repeat chorus)
