Estrella Morente — Bulerías De La Bola song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bulerías De La Bola" by Estrella Morente.
Lyrics
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.
(Gracias a Tidaa por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
Ball roll, ball roll
oh, why don't you, my cousin?,
the ball to roll
and what God has
and at dawn will come,
ay big, big
and at dawn will come
sand leads to the beach
I, Your wanting I don't forget,
and wherever I go.
that my little eyes were so made
to see you every day
and now they're passing me by
months, weeks and days
I come from Great Turkey
I bring handkerchiefs from Holland
that in Spain there were no
ay pá how much I see
my eyes are dry,
to sow and not catch.
I'm not afraid of death
because dying is natural,
I'm more afraid of accounts
that I'll have to give to God,
I'm not afraid of death,
because dying is natural.
mountain as you've put on,
he couldn't see the seams
nor the movement
that beautiful gypsy
that goes down the middle of the river
don't let her go down alone.
she's gonna hook up the dress.
what do I think
that I've seen a kite fly,
full of boobies,
with the face of my star
I will be wall, lest they offend you
and don't throw yourself, Gypsy, to the ground.
(Thanks to Tidaa for this letter)