Pastora Soler — La flor de Estambul song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La flor de Estambul" by Pastora Soler.
Lyrics
Debutó en Paris la Flor de Estambul,
comenzó a bailar y todo se quedó en silencio.
Luz en tornasol, púrpura y añil,
de su mano alada hasta la gracia de su pecho.
¿Y quién no da la vida por un sueño
de diosa modelada por el genio?
Ni favorita del sultán ni esclava en venta
en la puerta de Oriente,
ella es la estrella de «Pigalle»,
la danzarina que burló su suerte.
¿Y quién no da la vida por ser dueño
del aire que se agita tras su ego?
A conquistar la «tour Eiffel»
pisando la soberbia de Occidente,
ella es la estrella de «Pigalle»,
la danzarina que me hirió de muerte.
¿Y quién no da la vida por un sueño
de diosa modelada por el genio?
Lyrics translation
Istanbul Flower debuted in Paris,
he started dancing and everything was silent.
Light in litmus, purple and Indigo,
from his winged hand to the grace of his chest.
And who does not give his life for a dream
of Goddess modeled by Genius?
Neither Sultan's favorite nor slave for sale
at the East Gate,
she's the star of "Pigalle»,
the dancer who mocked her luck.
And who doesn't give his life for owning
from the air that shakes behind your ego?
To conquer the " Eiffel tour»
stepping on the pride of the West,
she's the star of "Pigalle»,
the dancer who shot me to death.
And who does not give his life for a dream
of Goddess modeled by Genius?