Mi Estrella Blanca

Once I dreamed, what the future held for me
There was an Andalusian courtyard, my boy plays the guitar
The other one sang a cante
My wife and my daughter danced, to the beat of bulerías
While I clap my hands

Dreams are just dreams, and destiny will decide
What awaits me in the future
If my dream will come true
And I'm asking God
To make it real
Because I spend the day sleeping
To find happiness

To be able to kiss her, every morning
Look to the side and see her lying in 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
Vines climbing up the stairs
Through a gate, the Sun is seen and light comes in
And when night comes to my window
I pick jasmine and it smells like my lady's flower
In my old rocking chair, I fall asleep
Upon waking from the dream, everything had gone

I found the one who will be my future wife
The mother of my three children
Sevillian, beautiful and lovely
When she dances, she seems to fly
Her feet are pure gold
Marry me, flamenco woman
I swear eternal love to you

To be able to kiss her, every morning
Look to the side and see her lying in 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
Vines climbing up the stairs
Through a gate, the Sun is seen and light comes in
And when night comes to my window
I pick jasmine and it smells like my lady's flower
In my old rocking chair, I fall asleep
Upon waking from the dream, everything had gone

And a little house in the Santa Cruz neighborhood
A large window and a small Andalusian patio
Vines climbing up the stairs
Through a gate, the Sun is seen and light comes in
And when night comes to my window
I pick jasmine and it smells like my lady's flower
In my old rocking chair, I fall asleep
Upon waking from the dream, everything had gone

And a little house in the Santa Cruz neighborhood
A large window and a small Andalusian patio
Vines climbing up the stairs
Through a gate, the Sun is seen and light comes in
And when night comes to my window
I pick jasmine and it smells like my lady's flower
In my old rocking chair, I fall asleep
Upon waking from the dream, everything had gone