Mi estrella blanca
Fondo Flamenco
My White Star
I once dreamed of what the future held for me
There was an Andalusian patio, my son plays the guitar
The other one was singing, my wife and my daughter were dancing
To the beat of bulerías while I clap my hands
Dreams are dreams and destiny will decide
What the future holds for me and whether my dreams will come true
And I'm asking God to make it come true
Well, I spend the day sleeping to find happiness
Being able to kiss her, every morning
I looked to the side and saw her lying on my bed
It will be my night, it will be my day
My white star
And a little house in the Santa Cruz neighborhood, a large window and a small Andalusian patio
Creepers climbing the stairs, through a grate you can see the sun and the light enters
And when night comes to my window, I pick jasmine and smell my lady's flower
In my old rocking chair he fell asleep, and when he woke up from the dream everything was gone
I already found
The one who will be my future wife, the mother of my three children
Sevillana, pretty and beautiful, when she dances she seems to fly
Her feet are made of pure gold, marry me flamenco
That eternal love I swear to you
Being able to kiss her, every morning
I looked to the side and saw her lying on my bed
It will be my night, it will be my day
My white star
And a little house in the Santa Cruz neighborhood, a large window and a small Andalusian patio
Creepers climbing the stairs, through a grate you can see the sun and the light enters
And when night comes to my window, I pick jasmine and smell my lady's flower
In my old rocking chair he fell asleep, and when he woke up from the dream everything was gone
And a little house in the Santa Cruz neighborhood, a large window and a small Andalusian patio
Creepers climbing the stairs, through a grate you can see the sun and the light enters
And when night comes to my window, I pick jasmine and smell my lady's flower
In my old rocking chair he fell asleep, and when he woke up from the dream everything was gone
Being able to kiss her, every morning
I looked to the side and saw her lying on my bed
It will be my night, it will be my day
My white star