Opet se javlja. Čuči u uglu sobe. Onaj dobro poznati osećaj. Kljucka po srcu kao vrabac poslednje mrvice. Tumbaju se misli kao loptice u bubnju. Koraci premeravaju kilometre sećanja. Dan je na izmaku. Veče odavno u svilenoj spavaćici. Čeka da se sretne sa onim trenutkom kada će novi dan pokazati svoje pospane oči. Kada će misli, čežnjom začešljane, ispuniti jastuk i snove. Vratiti miris frezija i zeleni tepih mlade trave. Kad ću ponovo prošetati ulicom moje mladosti. Pomirisati sjaj dečjeg osmeha Naslikati u gvašu nadanja Dahom nezaborava oživeti treptaje duše... Proleće... Sprema novi život, nove sne, nove ljubavi... Uvek peva istu pesmu. Ma kako se zvala. Bilo kad da je napisana.
Que bonitos ojos tienes Debajo de esas dos cejas Debajo de esas dos cejas Que bonitos ojos tienes.
Ellos me quieren mirar Pero si tu no los dejas Pero si tu no los dejas Ni siquiera parpadear.
Malaguena salerosa Besar tus labios quisiera Besar tus labios quisiera. Malaguena salerosa Y decirte nina hermosa.
Que eres lin........da y hechicera, Que eres linda y hechicera Como el candor de una rosa.
Si por pobre me desprecias Yo te concedo razon Yo te concedo razon Si por pobre me desprecias.
Yo no te ofrezco riquezas Te ofrezco mi corazon Te ofrezco mi corazon A cambio de mi pobreza.
Malaguena salerosa Besar tus labios quisiera Besar tus labios quisiera. Malaguena salerosa Y decirte nina hermosa.
Que eres lin........da y hechicera, Que eres linda y hechicera Como el candor de una rosa. Y decirte nina hermosa.
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What pretty eyes you have, Under those two eyebrows. Under those two eyebrows, What pretty eyes you have.
They want me to look But if you don’t leave them But if you don’t leave them Not even to flash…
Rose leaves of Málaga To kiss your wanted lips To kiss your wanted lips Rose leaves of Málaga And telling you, beautiful girl…
That you are pretty and magical, That you are pretty and magical, As the innocence of a rose.
If in poverty you despise me, I give you truth. I give you truth, If in poverty you despise me.
I do not offer you wealth (riches) I offer you my heart. I offer you my heart In exchange for my poverty.
Rose leaves of Málaga To kiss your wanted lips To kiss your wanted lips Rose leaves of Málaga And telling you, beautiful girl…
That you are pretty and magical That you are pretty and magical As the innocence of a rose And telling you, beautiful girl.