El aire de la calle (traduzione in Inglese)

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traduzione in Inglese

The air of the street

I wake up early and I start working
With my guitar in my hands I never quit singing
They call me The Barefoot because in the winter I wear flip-flopes
And I do this to get attention in the cold morning
All day on the street,at the small plaza, taking fresh air.
 
I am a bohemian soul and I have nothing to do
with Moustache dundees that walk through Jerez squire,
I don't have obligations anymore and I don't have to do anything
The puddles of the plaza when it stops raining...
The days full of colors at the small plaza smoking flowers...
 
The air of the streets smells to me of a fresh chewing gum
I take it and I smoke it and I escape throgh the slope
I love you, I love you like the pear fruits love their pear trees
I love you,I love you when I lose you and when I win you.
 
The trousers miss their pockets but the treads don't go old,
I sing to you at the poplar passage of white, I sing to you on Calle Larga
I sing to you a fandago (Spanish dance), the same that I sing at Triana,
I just need 40 coins to go to sleep in some bed
I don't want love affairs, I am a vagabound and a lover of the night !
 
The air of the streets smells to me of a fresh chewing gum
I take it and I smoke it and I escape throgh the slope
What I pitty, see what a pitty, that my lighter misses a flink
that could, that only could paint smells in the sand.
 
Poison of color black I have in my veins,
On my hands I've got five tatoos,
I never cry because I live in carnavals
I put on my mask and I rush to the street
And I rush to the street and I rush to the street
And I rush to the street...
 
Postato da Nina ZhelyazkovaNina Zhelyazkova Gio, 17/01/2019 - 10:58
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El aire de la calle

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