Suspiros de España
Dyango
Sighs of Spain
God wanted
with his power
to play with fire and sunbeams
and make a woman out of them.
He sculpted her
from reed and honey,
and with caresses he made her skin
her heart an island and volcano.
Body of dunes near the sea,
soul of a first-time mother in pleasure.
The voice of the guitar sighs unintentionally when singing.
Oh, Lord! Tell me who she is!
Woman who drives love crazy,
woman from head to toe.
Oh, Lord! Who will you be?!
Golden and queen inside,
red and olé! from the north to the south.
Land of wheat!, mountain of rocks!
I dream of you, and even though I don't know what you dream of, I know you want to sail.
That adventurous look
holds between spring rains
sorrows of a statue
that with tears of wax
learned to cry.
And I can see
as I look at you
your whole history as a woman
just in a sigh.
Oh, Lord! Tell me who she is!
Woman who drives love crazy,
woman from head to toe.
Oh, Lord! Who will you be?!
Golden and queen inside,
red and olé! from the north to the south.
