I am a gypsy, I am never going to forget me of my roots,
I am Andalusian because it is in my blood,
I am Rociero by the grace of God.
I am a gypsy, Andalusy is as if it were my mother,
I am a so humble and so great race
than from its sorrows are born rays of sunshine.
Although my star is high,
I dont forget me of my people,
I want to be faithful to my land,
and to simply sing,
I don't want to be forgotten,
my first concerns,
There is no situation which forces to me to live between clouds.
I am a gypsy...
I know that my voice resounds like marimba, forge and countryside,
My flag is white and green, my feeling is gypsy,
And I am not telling that my boat is the best of the port,
I sing like the cicada, without to think in the winter.
(Rociero: enthusiastic of Virgin of Rocio)
I am a gypsy, I am never going to forget [] my roots,
ReplyDeleteI am Andalusian because it is in my blood,
I am Rociero by the grace of God.
I am a gypsy, AndalusIA is as if it were my mother,
I am a OF A RACE so humble and so great
THAT from its sorrows are born rays of sunshine.
Although my star is high,
I don't forget me of my people,
I want to be faithful to my land,
and to simply sing,
I don't want to be forgotten,
my first concerns,
There is no situation which forces to me to live between clouds.
I am a gypsy...
I know that my voice resounds like marimba, forge and countryside,
My flag is white and green, my feeling is gypsy,
And I am not SAYing that my boat is the best of the port,
I sing like the cicada, without [] thinkING OF the winter.
Well done!
Thank you, Matt. It seems my work is bearing fruit.
ReplyDeleteI made another mistake, by the way: (line 13) AMONG clouds
ReplyDeleteYou're right. It's great to be able to recognize one's mistakes.
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