Amor por tango

They say that when the levante blows,
along the beaches of San Lucas, you can hear a bulería.
It's the wounded cry of a gypsy proclaiming his little sorrow,
sailing up the river.

The night and the stars embrace him,
blessed by the moon acting as his godmother.
And he gets lost in the silence, a path of kisses
that will bring him back to life.

Hidden in the docks of Coria,
the other part of the story, a gypsy from the vega
lives among sighs, waiting for the wind to bring that boat
sitting on the breakwater,
she wears a polka dot dress, her coral earrings,
her beauty perfumed.
She stays praying for a feeling, piercing the soul of her dream
and appears among the altars.

(Chorus)
And embraced by the dawn, surprised by the moon
shivering between the boat.
Leaving in his hands, a thousand ways to love,
almost naked and making love for tangos. (x2)

aaaaaah love for tangos.

He says from her father's mouth, that he won't let her marry
a gypsy from Cadiz.
And he replies with sevillanas, not understanding the deceit,
that they are for his sacai.
May death take me, dark-skinned, if I lack the sands
of the road to your house.
If you escape one day from my side,
don't wait for me at the border, I will look for you in the water.

(Chorus)
And embraced by the dawn, surprised by the moon
shivering between the boat.
Leaving in his hands, a thousand ways to love,
almost naked and making love for tangos. (x2)

They tell the legend of the lover,
who one night went to find her and she wasn't
on the breakwater.
When he saw her spilled blood,
he wanted to merge into the water, mirror of the full moon.
And they met forever,
without anyone stopping them, without a boat and without a border.
And the gypsy turned into a river, to embrace the gypsy
who turned into a mermaid.

(Chorus)
And embraced by the dawn, surprised by the moon
shivering between the boat.
Leaving in his hands, a thousand ways to love,
almost naked and making love for tangos. (x2)

Almost naked and making love for tangos.

aaaah for tangos.