Original copyright verses 1, 2 & 3: 1981 José Monje Cruz, verse 4: 2001 American Gypsies & 2007 Soto del Barco Music.
lyrics
Letra 1 Me des uno zapatito de ala de mi sombrero. Un finí muy flamenquito que un Flamenco mi zapatero. Me des uno zapatito de ala de mi sombrero. Que resuenen de mi pasitos que un flamenco mi zapatero. Me des uno zapatito de ala de mi sombrero.
No lo visto mas bonito, que mi zapatito nuevo hay que Flamenco mi zapatero.
Letra 2 Ya se van los marineros madrugadita con pan de Teleras. Ya se van los marineros madrugadita se van para mar, les se van para mar y olea mares, mares. Ya se van los marineros madrugadita con pan de Teleras. El motor se va silencio madrugadita se van para mar, les se van para mar, olea mares, mares. El motor se va silencio madrugadita con pan de Teleras.
Hay mi barrio marineros mi barrio, mi barrio. Hay mi barrio.
Letra 3 ¿Pa qué me llama prima? ¿Pa qué me llama? Sí me crucifica que te mire. Sí me crucifica tu mirada. ¿Pa qué me llama prima? ¿Pa qué me llama? Si cuando me tiene que retiene eres como vuelo de tu enagua. ¿Pa qué me llama? ¿Pa qué…
¿Pa qué me llama prima? ¿Pa qué me llama? Si me crucifica, ay… ¿Pa qué me llama?
Letra 4 Es la cuarta los lances definitivos. Definitivos, es la cuarta los lances definitivos. Es la cuarta los lances definitivos. Definitivos y se siente en su vuelo pájaro herido. Y siente en su vuelo pájaro herido.
Esa gitana, esa gitana, esa gitana te conquista bailando por Sevillana.
(English)
Give me little Flamenco shoes with a plume in my hat. One Flamenco ends a young one begins… my cobbler. That resounding sound of my Flamenco shoes from the cobbler hitting the ground. I wish myself…
I’ve not seen anything more beautiful then my little shoes from the cobbler.
Already the sailors go away at dawn with bread from Teleras. They go at dawn to the sea, the sea, the engaging sea. Already they go at dawn with bread from Teleras. The Engine breaks away silently as the sailors go away at dawn to the sea, the sea, the engaging sea. The engine breaks away with bread from Teleras.
There are my neighborhood sailors, my neighborhood, my neighborhood.
Why did you call me first? Yes, it crucifies me to look at you. Yes, it is your gaze that crucifies me. Why did you call me first? Yes, they have to retain me when you come flying out of your petticoat. Why call me? Why?
Why did you call me first? Why? Yes, she crucifies me, oh… Why did you call?
In the definitive throws of the room. Definitive one feels her flight as of a wounded bird. It is as the flight of a wounded bird. Definitive throws feels like the flight as that of a wounded bird, as that of a wounded bird.
This gypsy, this gypsy, this gypsy conquers you dancing the Sevillana.)
credits
from Sea yo (Let me be),
released June 5, 2010
All instruments, vocals, percussion and palmas (hand clapping rhythms) by MITO.
Guitarist-Vocalist, M. "Mito" de Soto, brings an amalgam of multiple genres into his fiery Flamenco for an interesting and
eclectic style. This coupled with his powerful voice and thoughtful lyrics, makes his end product very unique.
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