Mi FoRmA dE fLaMeNqUiTo

I was feeling really down
and I sat on a square rock
with an olive tree as my shade
and loneliness as my company.

I look for your black hair, cousin
and I can't find it, can't find it.
The moon made me a black alpaca suit
that looks with the look, look,
that looks with the walk and walk.

Someone said that love was necessary,
that it was like a rose in the middle of a field,
that it was loving someone and giving so much, so much and so much
that when you see yourself alone, you feel abandoned.
Someone said that love was necessary.

Your mother has no heart
and she's very bad to me,
she thinks I can fix everything with singing
but without singing I couldn't live.
Let's see what we do with your mother
because I like you and I like the little song
and I can't get rid of it
what I've had since I was little.

Your mother, your mother, your mother,
go and tell your mother my flamenco style.
And that I like a gathered hair
and some coral earrings,
very gypsy face and a polka dot scarf.

This morning in my forge
cousin, I heard singing
María la Repompa, Fernando Terremoto, María Soleá
Oh! How they complained
in a duel, but they respected
the best of all times, who in turn sang
like the water, like the water, like the water
like the cold water that falls from the clear fountain.

Who hasn't sung one of your lyrics
in a party, in a drunkenness, in a restless night,
at a friend's house, at one of the gatherings, for god's sake José
who hasn't sung your lyrics.