Paroles et traduction Canelita - Divino

Divino

Dicen que pasa todos los días
Por delante de mi puerta, pero nunca la veo
Dicen que pasa muy flamenca
Cantando por fiesta, con una flor en el pelo, pelo...

Va alegrando corazones
Desprende tanta hermosura
Y entre piropitos y oles, y a su carita moruna
Se le suben los colores
Y no hay quien se el presuma

Tiene sus ojitos y un cante de una
Mirada creciente como luna llena
Ay que no tiene comparación ninguna
Es tan alegre como la primavera

Y en sus ojos verdes se encuentra la cura
El aire que tiene enamora a cualquiera
Ay su pelo se le enreda a la cintura
Tiene una sonrisa marinera

La pienso ver mañana, de mañana no pasa
Que le voy a hacer, que yo la quiero vermañana
Que no como ni duermo, no logro coger el sueño
Y hace coma una semana

Que ya me la imagino
Borrachita de vino
Como será esa sevillana
Cuentan de ellas los primos
Que es algo divino

Divino, es algo divino
Por más que intento, no me lo imagino
Algo divino, es algo divino
Por más que intento, no me lo imagino

Divino, es algo divino
Por más que intento, no me lo imagino
Algo divino, es algo divino

Dicen que, la niña morena
Nunca tiene pena y no camina sola
Que a su vez, la alumbra una estrella
Que solo por ella el sol se no asoma, y no se asoma

Se quitan
Hasta el sombrero, los más viejos abren espacio
Con matita de romero, la niña pasa temblando
Comentan los canasteros, de mañanita temprano

Tiene sus ojitos y un cante de una
Mirada creciente como luna llena
Ay que no tiene comparación ninguna
Es tan alegre como la primavera

Y en sus ojos verdes se encuentra la cura
El aire que tiene enamora a cualquiera
Ay su pelo se le enreda a la cintura
Tiene una sonrisa marinera

La pienso ver mañana, de mañana no pasa
De mañana no paso, hay que ver a esa gitana
Por que yo la quiero vermañana, que no como ni duermo
No logro coger el sueño, ya hace coma una semana

Que ya me la imagino
Borrachita de vino
Como será esa sevillana
Cuentan de ellas los primos
Que es algo divino

Divino, es algo divino
Por más que intento, no me lo imagino
Algo divino, es algo divino
Por más que intento, no me lo imagino

Divino, es algo divino
Por más que intento, no me lo imagino
Algo divino, es algo divino
Por más que intento, no me lo imagino

Divine

They say he passes by every day
Right in front of my door, but I never see him
They say he walks with flamenco flair
Singing through the fiesta, with a flower in his hair, hair...

He brings joy to hearts
He exudes such beauty
And amidst compliments and "oles," his Moorish face
Turns red with blushes
And no one can boast of seeing him

He has captivating eyes and a unique voice
A gaze as bright as a full moon
Oh, there's no comparison to be made
He's as joyful as springtime

And in his green eyes, the cure can be found
His presence enchants everyone
Oh, his hair tangles at his waist
He has a smile like a sailor

I plan to see him tomorrow, it can't wait any longer
What am I going to do, I want to see him tomorrow
I can't eat or sleep, I can't seem to catch any sleep
And it's been like a week

I can already imagine him
Tipsy from wine
What must that Sevillian be like
My cousins tell stories
That he's something divine

Divine, he's something divine
No matter how hard I try, I can't picture it
Something divine, he's something divine
No matter how hard I try, I can't picture it

Divine, he's something divine
No matter how hard I try, I can't picture it
Something divine, he's something divine

They say, the dark-haired boy
Never feels sorrow and doesn't walk alone
That in turn, a star illuminates him
That only for him the sun doesn't appear, and doesn't appear

They remove
Even their hats, the elders make way
With a sprig of rosemary, the boy passes by trembling
The basket makers comment, early in the morning

He has captivating eyes and a unique voice
A gaze as bright as a full moon
Oh, there's no comparison to be made
He's as joyful as springtime

And in his green eyes, the cure can be found
His presence enchants everyone
Oh, his hair tangles at his waist
He has a smile like a sailor

I plan to see him tomorrow, it can't wait any longer
I can't wait any longer, I must see that gypsy
Because I want to see him tomorrow, I can't eat or sleep
I can't seem to catch any sleep, it's been like a week

I can already imagine him
Tipsy from wine
What must that Sevillian be like
My cousins tell stories
That he's something divine

Divine, he's something divine
No matter how hard I try, I can't picture it
Something divine, he's something divine
No matter how hard I try, I can't picture it

Divine, he's something divine
No matter how hard I try, I can't picture it
Something divine, he's something divine
No matter how hard I try, I can't picture it