♪
♪
Manuel Torres de Jerez,
gypsy of aristocracy,
sung with a loud singing,
flamenco in his four branches,
brings a star to the lament,
prisoner in his throat,
the black silk in his hair,
the clean bronze in his face
and in his hands that look like
a dead Christ in a triangle.
♪
Get up, sad night,
get up, bitter night,
take my white handkerchief
and dry those tears,
that tonight Manuel Torres,
gypsy of aristocracy,
will sing for Seguirilla,
for Seguirilla, gypsy.
♪
Serán los días señaladitos
de Santiago y Santana,
ay, ay, ay,
ay, ay,
de Santiago y Santana,
yo le robé a mi Dios
y que la aliviará
a la duquelita,
ay, ay, ay,
a mi madre,
de mi corazón.
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