Estoy Aprendiendo a Vivir (Bulerías)

I want to wake up in the morning
And see the soul inside from the window
Wake up with you to see a new day

And live a dream, next to my life
Listen to your voice and your melody
Always my life

Because you look beautiful
You get proud
The roses are more beautiful
And time comes and withers them
And time comes and withers them

Beauty is a small thing
Because you look beautiful
You get proud
You get proud
The roses are more beautiful
Time comes and withers them

Oh, I want to feel
Your lips sweet cinnamon
Your teeth white as ivory
That only leads me, that leads

You have company
Let's go
You have company
That I was looking for warmth
When there was more silence
That I was looking for noises
When there was more silence

What a pity it ended
What a pity for the way
What a pity that time passes
And it still makes me sad

What a pity it ended
What a pity for the way
What a pity that time passes
And it still makes me sad

The most beautiful landscapes live
There in the minds of the blind
And the strongest hope arises
From those who have no remedy
Oh, I still can't believe
That I have you

Who is he?
The roses of your entrails
With your scent
You slept next to your bed
And wake up the child
Who carries a heart inside

Let them face all the honors
Let them throw roses from the balconies
Because tonight the Moon comes out
Oh, how beautiful the bride is
With her crown of flowers
Hair tied up
And a face of a thousand colors
God knows how much I love her
Soon I will be her husband

Holy rosemary, holy rosemary
Let the bad come out and the good come in
Holy rosemary, holy rosemary
Let the bad come out and the good come in

And I don't know what has happened
With the kisses you have given me
And in love, oh, to the bones
I no longer live, it's no longer a game

And I don't know what has happened
With the kisses you have given me
In love, oh, to the bones
I no longer live, it's no longer a game

I have your kisses, I have fire
What the soul wants, I am a basket weaver
I have your kisses, I have fire
What the soul wants, I am a basket weaver

I'm learning to live
My heart is already hardening
After doing so much good
They know how to thank

So I'm going to measure
With an iron rod
And whoever tries to make me
Turn white into black
Black are your eyes, black

They are killing my life
It takes away
Wind, I want new wind
To be able to live as I want

Holy rosemary, holy rosemary
Let the bad come out and the good come in
Holy rosemary, holy rosemary
Let the bad come out and the good come in

Holy rosemary, holy rosemary
Let the bad come out and the good come in
Holy rosemary, holy rosemary
Let the bad come out and the, oh, let the good come in