La Algarabía
Guitarricadelafuente
The Commotion
I'm not to blame, dad
That life is so ugly
Of color and ambrosia it will be
The empty Alameda
May the Moon implore you
Rumors of song
I take the pulp that gives
The fruit of your fictions
The commotion has already sounded
The one that silenced my song
If I die of agony
I will die singing
May the Moon implore you
Rumors of song
I take the pulp that gives
The fruit of your fictions
The commotion has already sounded
The one that silenced my song
If I don't die of agony
I will die singing
(By the jar of the old balcony
A copla sounded)
The songs of my heart
Are not expensive and they are good
(By the jar of the old balcony
A copla sounded)
The songs of my heart
Are not expensive and they are good
(By the jar of the old balcony
A copla sounded)
