La Saeta
Jairo
The Arrow
A popular voice said
Who will lend me a ladder
To climb to the wood
To remove the nails
From Jesus the Nazarene?
Oh, the arrow, the singing
To the Christ of the gypsies
Always with blood on the hands
Always to unfasten
Singing of the Andalusian people
Who every spring
Go asking for ladders
To climb to the cross
Singing of my land
That throws flowers
To Jesus in agony
And is the faith of my elders
Oh, you are not my song
I can't sing, nor do I want
To this Jesus on the wood
But to the one who walked on the sea!
Singing of my land
That throws flowers
To Jesus in agony
And is the faith of my elders
Oh, you are not my song
I can't sing, nor do I want
To this Jesus on the wood
But to the one who walked on the sea!
Singing of my land
That throws flowers
To Jesus in agony
And is the faith of my elders
Oh, you are not my song
I can't sing, nor do I want
To this Jesus on the wood
But to the one who walked on the sea!
Oh, you are not my song!
Today, you are not my song!
I can't sing, nor do I want
Today, you are not my song!
That Jesus on the wood
But to the one who walked on the sea
Oh, you are not my song!
