Sultanas de Merkaíllo
Ojos de Brujo
Sultanas of the Market
Crystal clear water is what I want
Sources of Moorish Alhambra for my insides
Bonfires of affection without possessions
Oh! We are beggars of a thousand loves.
Dunes and fine copper sand
Raise the morning with freckles and purple
Sultanas of the streets and of the piles
Fire and hot metals of a thousand songs.
Hearts full, empty pockets
Treasures of rumba and fire, sultanas of the market
My home where I find myself, shacks along the roads
Sound system at the stops, improvising with little wine bottles
And that's how life is, life is like this...
Each one lives as they can or as they are allowed to live.
Pass, pass, sadness pass, pass
Pass for a moment and warmth enters
Fire and burns, pass!
Pass, pass, sadness pass, pass
Pass for a moment and warmth enters
Fire and burns, pass!
Following the excessive cadence
Waiting in company for the dawn to arrive
Travelers of the night and of passions
Fire and hot metals of a thousand songs.
Pass, pass
True wealth has no price, cannot be bought or sold
Rumba and warmth enters
Free, 'Techarí' who neither commands nor obeys 'pull, pull'
Pass, pass, 'pull, pull' 'pull, pull, pull'
Rumba and warmth enters, fire and burns, pass!
Pass, pass, sadness pass, pass
Pass for a moment and warmth enters
Fire and burns, pass!
Pass, pass, sadness pass, pass
Pass for a moment and warmth enters
Fire and burns, pass!
