Como Tú, Ninguna

He came out of nowhere
And among old feather mattresses
With the rhythm of all his cousins
Sitting at the door
And the lively fire with the smell of taranto and sound
Playing bulerías to the beat of the heart

What have you done to me, girl
That got into my veins
I feel cold in my flesh
And loneliness saddens me when I hear you
With your voice of honey and cinnamon

From here to there, she moves in the cradle
From here to there, like a moonflower
From here to there, she moves in the cradle
And in rhythm, like you, none

At ten months old
Your father's stick served as your guitar
And sitting in a corner
While you
Mom sings, your brother plays the cajón

From here to there, she moves in the cradle
From here to there, like a moonflower
From here to there, she moves in the cradle
And in rhythm, like you, none

School of old houses
School of candelá
Let's see what your people say
When they hear you sing
With all that you've learned
Without anyone teaching you anything

From here to there, she moves in the cradle
From here to there, like a moonflower
From here to there, she moves in the cradle
And in rhythm, like you, none.