Ami Oh La C buena bor G rasca this C storm’s a G lot like a D grief
Ami it’s like a C fiery G love it’s
C like a G sharp crystal D sea
Ami and the C beaches are G sad C Lord
and the G dark clouds are D real
Ami like black C dresses of G monks on D dead
white walls of Esco G rial.
How in the realm or myth and like a fool now and then
I see your triumphs of feeling in the arms of another man
I have to think about winning when I shout my own drunken pleas
that after tonight Lord I’ll only love women of Velasquez.
®: C There is a G friendly D dance C make it and G dance it p D lease
C magic G appea D rance in the C shade of a G woman’s D kiss.
The kiss of an old scared mother when the lamp is already out
and something doesn’t come back and from an awful distance it laughs
under the cork red wine when I see you again how you cry
how you rear up above me like an autumn red Spanish sky.
jak se nade mnou vzpínáš jak podzimní španělský nebe.
jak se nade mnou vzpínáš jak podzimní španělský nebe.
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