Текст и перевод песни Estrella Morente - Bulerias Of The Bola

Bulerias Of The Bola

Bolita rodar, bolita rodar
Ay, porqué no echas tú, primito mío,
La bolita a rodar
Y lo que de Dios tuviere
Y al amanecer vendrá,
Ay mare, mare
Y al amanecer vendrá

Arena lleva la playa
Yo, tu querer no lo olvido,
Y por donde quiera que vaya.

Que mis ojitos estaban tan hechos
A verte a tí todos los días
Y ahora se me vienen pasando
Meses, semanas y días

Vengo de la gran Turquía
Traigo pañuelos de Holanda
Que en España no los había
Ay pá qué tanto yo ver
Mis ojitos tengo secos,
De sembrar y no coger.

Yo no le temo a la muerte
Porque morir es natural,
Le temo más a las cuentas
Que a Dios le tendré que dar,
Yo no le temo a la muerte,
Porque morir es natural.

Serrana como te has puesto,
Que no veía las costuras
Ni tampoco el movimiento

Esa gitana tan guapa
Que va por mitad del río
No la dejéis que baje sola
Que se la va enganchar el vestido

Que me parece
Que he visto volar una cometa,
Llena de tirabuzones,
Con la cara de mi estrella

Yo seré muralla, pá que no te ofendan
Y a ti no te tiren, gitana, por tierra.

Bulerias Of The Bola

Little ball rolling, little ball rolling
Oh, why don't you throw it, my dear little cousin,
To roll the little ball
And whatever God gives you will be it.
And it will come at dawn,
Oh mother, mother.
And it will come at dawn.

The beach has sand.
I don't forget your love,
And wherever I go.

My eyes were so used
To seeing you every day.
And now months have gone by,
Weeks and days.

I come from the great Turkey.
I bring handkerchiefs from Holland.
Spain had none.
Oh, why so much I see.
My eyes are dry,
From sowing and not reaping.

I do not fear death,
Because dying is natural.
I fear the accounts more
That I will have to give to God.
I do not fear death,
Because dying is natural.

Mountain girl, what has become of you?
I could not see the seams
Nor the movement.

That gypsy girl so beautiful
Who is wading in the middle of the river,
Don't let her go down alone,
For her dress will get caught.

It seems to me
That I saw a kite flying,
Full of curls,
With the face of my star.

I will be a wall so that they do not offend you,
And so that you are not thrown down, gypsy.