Ramito de Azahar
Enrique Morente
Sprig of Orange Blossom
Sprig of orange blossom
You’ve drawn on a green paper
One Antoñita drives me crazy
And another Manuela makes me lose it
The little stars in the sky
Dress up in red
And I’m dressed in black
Thinking about how you left me
Tell those complaints
To whoever was your enemy
Because even my heart aches
From trying to be good to you
These feelings of mine
No matter how much I twist them
My madness just grows bigger
