Текст и перевод песни José Mercé - Lío - Bulerías

Lío - Bulerías

Eres la alegria, prima de mi habitacion eso eres
Tu eres mi lio, mi mantalia... lio... lia

Eres la alegria, prima de mi habitacion eso eres
Eres vida mia, mi té de meditacion
Que bonita eres

Por eso ni lindes, muralia, ni techo
Blusa veria, noche desabrocha
Y que bonita eres... eres.eres... eres

Sera, el dia sera segun como me mires, sera
Sera en ello va que el sol no desafine
Sera por que la luz, si no es de ti
A mi .a mi no me amanecen esas luces...
A mi no me amanecen esas luces

Llave, tu eres la llave de vuelta y media:
La luna la que abre
La media la que cierra... llave eres
Tu eres la llave de vuelta y media

Tu eres mi lio mi mantalia... lio... lia

Eres la legria, prima de mi habitacion, eso eres
Eres vida mia, mi te de meditacion
Que bonita eres

Tu eres mi lio mi mantalia... lio... lia

Yo paro en el bien perdio
De la perdedere de la calle
Garito de la alegria
Llenito de soledades
Si fui al rio no fui al agua
Si fui al rio yo no fui al agua

Vamos
Vamonos que nos vamos
Que viene el solano
Y suenan campanas
Mi rosa me llama... me llama... me llama ...me llamaba

Eres la algeria, prima de mi habitacion eso eres
Eres vida mia, mi te de meditacion
Que bonita eres

Tu eres mi lio mi mantalia... lio... lia

Eres la algeria, prima de mi habitacion eso eres

Tu eres mi lio mi mantalia... lio... lia

Lio...

Lío - Bulerías

You are the joy, the cousin of my room, that's what you are
You are my mess, my tablecloth... mess... mess

You are the joy, the cousin of my room, that's what you are
You are my life, my meditation tea
How beautiful you are

That's why no borders, no walls, no ceiling
I'd see your blouse, unbuttoned at night
And how beautiful you are... you are... you are

It will be, the day will be depending on how you look at me, it will be
It will be in it that the sun doesn't go out of tune
It will be because the light, if it's not from you
For me... for me, those lights don't dawn
For me, those lights don't dawn

Key, you are the key that turns twice:
The moon is what opens
The middle is what closes... you are the key
You are the key that turns twice

You are my mess my tablecloth... mess... mess

You are the joy, the cousin of my room, that's what you are
You are my life, my meditation tea
How beautiful you are

You are my mess my tablecloth... mess... mess

I stop at the lost good
Of the lostness of the street
Den of joy
Filled with loneliness
If I went to the river, I didn't go to the water
If I went to the river, I didn't go to the water

Let's go
Let's go, we're going
That the east wind is coming
And the bells are ringing
My rose is calling me... calling me... calling me... was calling me

You are the joy, the cousin of my room, that's what you are
You are my life, my meditation tea
How beautiful you are

You are my mess my tablecloth... mess... mess

You are the joy, the cousin of my room, that's what you are

You are my mess my tablecloth... mess... mess

Mess...