José Mercé — La Mancha De La Mora song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Mancha De La Mora" by José Mercé.
Lyrics
Un cortijito, un limonero
La sombra de esa gitana
Que saciaba mi deseo
Con la guitarra en la mano
Buscándose la vía
Conocí yo a un buen gitano
Cerca de la judería
Su cantar estaba lleno
De pura melancolía
Recordaba a sus abuelos
Cantando por bulerías
Tus dolores son mis dolores
Tu alegría es mi alegría
He llorao cuando llorabas
Sonreiré cuando sonrías
Y no quiero separarme más de tí
Pa los restos de mi vía
Que la mancha de la mora
Con otra verde se quita
Me lo enseñó a mí un flamenco
Que castigao por la vía se sentía
Que la mancha de la mora
Con otra verde se quita
Y esta tristeza que tengo
Ni quitándome la vía
Lyrics translation
A cortijito, a lemon tree
The shadow of that Gypsy
That satisfied my desire
With guitar in hand
Searching the way
I met a good Gypsy.
Near the Jewish Quarter
His singing was full
Of pure melancholy
He remembered his grandparents
Singing by bulerias
Your pains are my pains
Your joy is my joy
I cried when you cried
I'll smile when you smile
And I don't want to be separated from you anymore
Pa The Remains of my track
That the BlackBerry stain
With another Green is removed
It was taught to me by a flamenco man.
That punishment by the way felt
That the BlackBerry stain
With another Green is removed
And this sadness that I have
Not even taking the track away from me.