F.G. Lorca, читает Javier Beltran все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Oh, city of the gypsies!
Who could see you and not remember you?
City of musk and sorrow,
City of cinnamon towers.
Oh, city of the gypsies!
Corners hung with flags.
Put your green lights out,
The Civil Guard is coming!

I sing your restless longing for the statue,
your fear of the feelings that await you in the street.
I sing the small sea siren who sings to you,
riding her bicycle of corals and conches.
But above all I sing a common thought
that joins us in the dark and golden hours.
The light that blinds our eyes is not art.
Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.