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Hovorila po španielsky

Hovorila po španielsky, asi bola z Peru
Kríž na retiazke prezrádzal katolícku vieru
Hovorila po španielsky, možno bola z Kuby
V tme svietil negatív plaviek a jej biele zuby
Hovorila po španielsky, možno bola z Chile
V posteli sme preplávali 3 námorne míle
Hovorila po španielsky, kto vie, odkiaľ bola
Chodím prstom po glóbuse, márne na ňu volám

Teraz s niekym celkom iným strieda pláže Argentíny
Možno s niekým skromne žije, v hustých lesoch Kolumbie
Možno s dákym mexičanom v kostole si povie áno
Možno je len v Madride, verím, že zas ku mne príde

Lalallaa lalallalala
Lalalala lalalaaaa
Lalala laaalaaa

Hovorila po španielsky, asi bola z Peru
Kríž na retiazke prezrádzal katolícku vieru
Hovorila po španielsky, kto vie, odkiaľ bola
Chodím prstom po glóbuse, márne na ňu volám

Teraz s niekym celkom iným strieda pláže Argentíny
Možno s niekým skromne žije, v hustých lesoch Kolumbie
Možno s dákym mexičanom v kostole si povie áno
Možno je len v Madride, verím, že zas ku mne príde

Je malou malou
Len malou kvapkou v mori smädný sa za ňou ponorí

Teraz s niekym celkom iným strieda pláže Argentíny
Možno s niekým skromne žije, v hustých lesoch Kolumbie
Možno s dákym mexičanom v kostole si povie áno
Možno je len v Madride, verím, že zas ku mne príde

Lalalalalalalaa
Lalalalalalalaa

She Spoke Spanish

She spoke Spanish, she might have been from Peru
The cross on her necklace was all about catholic virtue
Maybe she spoke Spanish and was from Cuba
In the darkness, the negative of her swimsuit and her white teeth shone bright
Maybe she spoke Spanish and was from Chile
In bed, we swam three nautical miles
She spoke Spanish I never knew where she was from
I run my finger over the globe, calling out to her in vain

Now she's alternating beaches with someone else in Argentina
Maybe she lives in humble fashion, in the dense forests of Columbia
Maybe she says "yes" in church to some Mexican guy
Maybe she's just in Madrid, I trust she'll come back

Lalallaa lalallalala
Lalalala lalalaaaa
Lalala laaalaaa

She spoke Spanish, she might have been from Peru
The cross on her necklace was all about catholic virtue
She spoke Spanish I never knew where she was from
I run my finger over the globe, calling out to her in vain

Now she's alternating beaches with someone else in Argentina
Maybe she lives in humble fashion, in the dense forests of Columbia
Maybe she says "yes" in church to some Mexican guy
Maybe she's just in Madrid, I trust she'll come back

She's just a small one
Just a little drop in the ocean. Thirsty, looking for water deep within

Now she's alternating beaches with someone else in Argentina
Maybe she lives in humble fashion, in the dense forests of Columbia
Maybe she says "yes" in church to some Mexican guy
Maybe she's just in Madrid, I trust she'll come back

Lalalalalalalaa
Lalalalalalalaa