Bulería Del Día

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...