Sultana de Mercadillo
Ojos de Brujo
Market Sultana
Crystal clear water is what I want
Alhambra Moorish fountains for my insides
Bonfires of affection without possessions
Oh! We are beggars of a thousand loves
Dunes and fine copper sand
They 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 partying and fire, market sultanas
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 that...
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!
Following the excessive cadence
Waiting in company for 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
Party and warmth enters
Free, 'Techarí' that neither commands nor obeys 'pull, pull'
Pass, pass, 'pull, pull' 'pull, pull, pull'
Party 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!
