Don Manuel Sr. Molina - El Barrio

No me quites la arena

De estos zapatos

Porque esta arena es de la playa de la Albarrosa

Deja que mueran los zapatos

Con el vaivén de las olas

Y como muere la primavera

Ay!

cuanto alumbran sus conchas

Noo!

me quites la arena de estos zapatos

Porque esta arena es de la playa de la Albarrosa

Piénsalo, medítalo

Si quieres sueña

Pero por favor

No te entretengas que mi corazón

Se está muriendo de pena.(bis)

Ayy!

que caiga la tarde

Deja que la tarde caiga

Y por fin ya podremos amarnos

Besarnos y tocarnos

Sin prisa y sin pausa

Tienes un cuerpo tan bonito

Que hasta tu espejo se recrea

Y quién pudiera ser el vestito

De algodón, de lino, seda

Y lo importante es rozar tu cuerpesito

Si la tarde y el viento y

Las ganas se ponen de acuerdo amor!

Y nos dejan

Metio en la fardiquera metio

En la fardiqueraa

Hay dos moneillas de cobre

Por cierto no tengo

No me llega pa comprarte

Lo que mi niña quiere

Y qué dificil es quererte

Y eso que pongo de mi parte

Más dificil es aborrecerte

Cuando no ha pasao un momento

Y en que no he dejao de amarte.

Si quiere un sueño bonito

Cuando me quede dormio

Anda súbete a mi cama

Y me arranca dos besitos

Ay!

amor mio ay!

amor.

Y no tiene mayor castigo

No tienee mayor castigo

Que estar soñando con otro

Y durmiendote conmigo

(Para usted, Don Manuel)

Manuel Molina, Manuel Molina

Me trazo en las verdades

Y las verdades son doctrinas

No hay ni universidades

La lección la da Triana

Hundio y en el paso de los años

Tu barba y tu pelo largo

Y tu fiel vieja guitarra

Ay!

Sevilla, Sevilla, Sevilla

Duerme tranquila por tus calles y tus esquinas

Que está cantando una nana

Don Manuel señor Molina (bis)

Por si Dios me diera el don

O la oportunidad de reencarnarme en otra vida

A mi me gustaria ser olivo

Para seguir siendo el cautivo

De la vieja Andalucía.

Don't take the sand from me

of these shoes

Because this sand is from the Albarrosa beach

let the shoes die

With the swaying of the waves

And how spring dies

Oh!

How much light do their shells

nooo!

take the sand out of these shoes

Because this sand is from the Albarrosa beach

think about it, think about it

if you want dream

But please

Do not entertain my heart

He is dying of grief. (bis)

Ouch!

let the afternoon fall

Let the evening fall

And finally we can love each other

kiss and touch

Without haste and without pause

you have such a nice body

That even your mirror is recreated

And who could be the little dress

cotton, linen, silk

And the important thing is to touch your little body

If the afternoon and the wind and

The desire agrees love!

and leave us

He put in the fardiquera he put

In the fardiquera

There are two copper coins

By the way I don't have

I don't get to buy you

what my girl wants

And how difficult it is to love you

And that I put on my side

It is more difficult to hate you

When not a moment has passed

And in that I have not stopped loving you.

If she wants a nice dream

when i fall asleep

Come on get on my bed

And she gives me two little kisses

Oh!

my love oh!

love.

And he has no greater punishment

It has no greater punishment

Than be dreaming of another

and sleeping with me

(For you, Don Manuel)

Manuel Molina, Manuel Molina

I trace myself in the truths

And truths are doctrines

There are no universities

The lesson is given by Triana

Sunken and over the years

Your beard and your long hair

And your trusty old guitar

Oh!

Seville, Seville, Seville

Sleep peacefully through your streets and your corners

that a lullaby is singing

Don Manuel Mr. Molina (bis)

In case God gave me the gift

Or the chance to reincarnate in another life

I would like to be olive tree

To remain the captive

From old Andalusia.