Enrique Morente — Calles de Cádiz song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Calles de Cádiz" by Enrique Morente.
Lyrics
El agua ignora mi dolor
yo voy a la fuente y bebo.
El agua ignora mi dolor
que lo que hago es aumentarla,
con las lágrimas que lloro.
Que lo que hago yo, es aumentarla,
con las lágrimas que lloro ¡ay!
Un diíta de San Juan,
un torito de Cabrera
le hizo bailar la matraca
al marqués, al marqués
de la Torre Nueva.
Y estoy por decir,
no quiero a nadie,
a nadie quiero,
no quiero a nadie,
ná más que a ti.
De San Fernando, niña,
de San Fernando,
por las calles de Cádiz,
van pregonando.
Van pregonando, niña,
van pregonando,
por las calles de Cádiz
van pregonando.
Por las calles de Cádiz,
van pregonando,
cañaíllas y bocas
de San Fernando.
Por las calles de Cádiz,
van pregonando,
cañaíllas y bocas
de San Fernando.
Vente conmigo niña,
vente conmigo,
y a tu madre dile
que soy tu primo.
Que soy tu primo, niña,
que soy tu primo,
y a tu madre le dices
que soy tu primo.
Las florecillas, niña,
de tu ventana,
se secarían, niña,
si no te vieran la cara.
Por las calles de Cádiz
van pregonando,
van pregonando,
van pregonando,
Van pregonando.
(Thanks to samircal for these lyrics)
Lyrics translation
The water ignores my pain
I go to the fountain and drink.
The water ignores my pain
that what I do is increase it,
with the tears I cry.
That what I do is increase it,
with the tears I cry Oh!
A diita de San Juan,
a torito de Cabrera
he made her dance the flask
to the Marquis, to the Marquis
from the new tower.
And I'm about to say,
I don't want anyone.,
no one I love,
I don't want anyone.,
no more than you.
From San Fernando, girl,
from San Fernando,
through the streets of Cadiz,
they're preaching.
They're bragging, kid.,
they're preaching.,
through the streets of Cadiz
they're preaching.
Through the streets of Cadiz,
they're preaching.,
reeds and mouths
San Fernando.
Through the streets of Cadiz,
they're preaching.,
reeds and mouths
San Fernando.
Come with me, girl.,
come with me,
and tell your mother
that I'm your cousin.
That I'm your cousin, child,
that I'm your cousin,
and you tell your mother
that I'm your cousin.
The flowers, girl,
from your window,
they'll dry, kid.,
if they didn't see your face.
Through the streets of Cadiz
they're preaching.,
they're preaching.,
they're preaching.,
They're preaching.
(Thanks to samircal for these lyrics)