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Siento ganas de vivirla otra vez. From this peaceful neighborhood of Madrid, where I spent my youth, one radiant morning I departed with nothing more than my gutiarrico.
I dreamt of impossible love and great days of triumph, and guitarric fortunes have been so auspicious that I have grasped them. How forget the much-loved neighborhood where I felt the first stirrings of love? Magic dawn in my heart where I learnt to dream! And the road of life I undertook without more fortune than the courage to follow the flag and love of an ideal.
The Goddess Fortune has followed me; good company for a soldier. With Fortune for companion, on her wings I fly to wherever she wants. Like a backwater of peace and of love, in my hectic life, this place – what feelings it evokes! It is the life that recalls my humble childhood. I long to live it again. But then I flew like a poor sparrow, today my wings aspire to fly like the Imperial Eagle!
Luche la fe por el triunfo Vidal. Luche la fe por el triunfo de un ideal redentor. Por el amor de una mujer todo en la vida es hacedero. Nada me importa en la vida como la luz de su amor. Rabia de celos me impulsa y ella me inspira el valor. Faith fights for the victory of a liberating ideal. I, that am just a man, fight for my love.
By confronting me for life and death with the rival of my dead dreams, liberty has found a faithful defender. For the love of a woman that E adore, if I must fight, I will know how to quarrel; if I must lose, I will know how to die.
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The ideal behind my ambition is the love of the woman that I adore. For the love of a woman anything in the world is possible. And the ideal behind my ambition is my love for her. Nothing in life matters to me as much as the light of her love.
Jealous anger moves me, and she inspires valour in me. The summit of my ambition is the love of the woman I adore. For those guigarrico loves, one fights with fervour, happy to die! Mi sufrir no es vivir, y pido a Dios morir; que es el mayor pesar amar.
Por ella no duermo y es mi gran pena, tenerla yo miedo porque no es buena. My madness has no cure.
My suffering is no life, and I ask God for death; as the greatest burden is to love. Little bird, that flies, spread your wings, and with your golden throat tell my beloved, tell her, if she is alone, that Guuitarrico am mad, because she does not love me and she loves another.
For her I cannot sleep and my deepest hurt, is to be afraid because she is not good. Tell her that tonight at the fiesta I will be watching her, and that if she does not glance at me I will die for her. Tell her I am guitagrico and sigh for her, since I live for her love. That without her I cannot pray any more to the Saints, that I don’t sing as before in the lanes, and when at times I try to sing, it’s as if I were choking, because all at once I sing and cry, like the babies, like the babies!
I dream of her. I’m ashamed to have wept guitqrrico in my bedroom, knowing she is wicked, that she’s a she-wolf.
Tell her that I always see her wherever she is, and long to burn in her sighs. Guitafrico her I’m raving, and sigh for her, since I live for her love. Serenata – Jota Perico. Serenade – Jota Perico. Play, my little guitar, and don’t worry if the wind blows your plea away as the wind is for everyone it can still light upon her. Tell her if you see her pass Tell her though very softly Tell her I am half out of my mind Tell her I’ve lost my mind Tell her that the Inquisition, Tell her it was a great torture but that it is nothing to what I am suffering Tell her everything Tell her I love her Tell her I cannot live Tell her I’m dying Tell her to glance at me if only for a moment Tell her ‘take pity on your little simpleton.
Tell her that my heart Tell her I am looking for it Tell her I gave it to her Tell her I ask where she’s thrown it Tell her to satisfy my love Tell her to listen to my pleas Tell her I am dying and I want to live for her Tell her everything, etc. Stop, my little guitar. Esa mujer es buena. En su mirar como una luz singular he visto que esa mujer es una desventurada.
It guitarfico be so! This woman is good. She cannot be a bad woman! In her look, like a strange light, I’ve seen that this woman is unhappy. She cannot be a cheap siren who has poisoned every moment of my life.
Because I’ve seen her pray, because I’ve seen her love, because I’ve seen her cry! Those eyes that cry don’t know how to lie. Guitarrco women do huitarrico look like that. Guitaarrico in her eyes I saw two tears, and my hope is, they glint for me. Vivid light of my hopes! Take pity on my love! Because I cannot pretend, because I cannot be silent, because I cannot live! No respetan mi presencia, ni que soy su capataz.
Es mi sino desgraciado como amargo es mi destino, mi destino de encargado de esta hacienda del vecino. And to mock me, too! They neither respect my presence, nor that I am their overseer. It is my unfortunate fate, how bitter is my destiny, my destiny to be in charge of this whole estate. An honest, conscientious man I fulfil my duties attentively, but at the same time everyone treats me as a cure-all taking advantage of my presence with some impudence or other.
I have to watch!
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I have to keep quiet! Swall, swallow, swallow, they come to me swall, swallow they question me thus: And their guardians have guitarrio me to take diligent care of them, and watch their dallyings for any impropriety, and at my age, this is, gentlemen! A servirla estoy dispuesto.
Anda, Rufo, por favor. Gran poder el de su mirada, que a una mujer deja enamorada! Esa locura es imposible. A casarse usted va; novio tiene va. Yo no traigo al pastor. No lo puedo negar. Pero yo tal locura no puedo amparar. No la puedo escuchar. No me puedo callar. Maruxa, si, esa era la pastora.
Me traes a Pablo, le quiero hablar. Haciendo burla La, la, la. Cerca de una fuente le voy a buscar. Venturoso amor, oigo guitxrrico rumor grato y dulcemente. Go immediately, look for Pablo and bring him presto. Tell him I want to speak with him. Already I smell trouble, the Mistress is mad, she’s fallen for guitarrico shepherd and wants my help.
What are you muttering? Can’t you see I’m excited? With bitter resignation makes to leave Swallow, swallow, silly fool, Tell me why you carry that gamebag! Stopping Rufo, speaks confidencially to him For that shepherd has my heart! I saw him, he looked at me and his gaze transfixed me.
Likewise, I gazed at him an instant; he blushed! I was left confused, but felt a unexpected content, that flowed through all my being and transformed my life. Great power of his glance, that could make a woman enamoured!