Rosario — Gypsy Funky song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Gypsy Funky" by Rosario.
Lyrics
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
Yo nací al compás, de los dandes en el aire, y en mi cuna una guitarra de lunares y volantes.
Con el ritmo de mi padre, llevandome de la mano, y enpese,
sin darme cuenta bailar funky gitano.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Y en mi casa rumba son funky, blues y bulerias, porque al lado de mi hermano
aprendí esta melodía.
Y es mi alma un torbellino, torbellino de colores.
Que mi padre era Gitano y mi madre Lola Flores.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
Y en la sangre llevo yo, arte y rumba catalana.
Y una mezcla explosiva, que tiene mi sangre gitana.
Quien dice que,
quien dice que,
quien dice que,
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Quien dice que las flores no sabemos cantar funky.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
Y es mi alma un torbellino, torbellino de colores.
Que mi padre era Gitano y mi madre Lola Flores
Que mi padre era Gitano y mi madre Lola Flores.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
Iee iee iee iee eee eee aii iee.
(Gracias a Rommina por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
I was born to the Beat, from the Danes in the air, and in my cradle a guitar of polka dots and flounces.
With the rhythm of my father, taking me by the hand, and hanging,
without realizing it dancing funky Gypsy.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
And in my house rumba are funky, blues and bulerias, because next to my brother
I learned this tune.
And my soul is a whirlwind, whirlwind of colors.
That my father was a Gypsy and my mother Lola Flores.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
And in the blood I carry, art and Catalan rumba.
And an explosive mixture, which has my Gypsy Blood.
Who says that,
who says that,
who says that,
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Who says Flowers can't sing funky.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
And my soul is a whirlwind, whirlwind of colors.
That my father was a Gypsy and my mother Lola Flores
That my father was a Gypsy and my mother Lola Flores.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
Iee iee iee IEE eee eee Alli iee.
(Thanks to Rommina for this letter)