Vivo Cielo (Alegrias) - José Mercé

Gitana que vas andando, jugando con la marea

Las olas que a ti te siguen

Van borrandote las huellas

Gitana que vas andando, moja el agua tus echuras

Gitana quien navegara la barca de tu cintura

Rosa, mi voz, cielo

Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos

Que mágica esta la mar, que yo no la veo

Barquero

Callaba, y lejos

No se le hulle el aire

Y pasa el tiempo

Dile que me he ido

Y que mas a que me vuelvo

A poco que el invierno, frio se va

A poco que el invierno, frio frio se va

Y hasta la primavera

Verde otra vez

Vuelve como triguillo

A poco que el invierno, frio se va

Por mas vieja, que vengas

Viene verde, viene verde, verde mar

Maita, maita, maita mía

Tu ya viento el dia

Gitana que vas andando, moja el agua tus echuras

Gitana quien navegara la barca de tu cintura

Rosa, mi voz, cielo

Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos

Rosaaa, cieelo

Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos

Que caracola, esa dulce melodía

Tumbaita al sol sobre la arena

Arena rubia, rubia de arena

Cielo sobre torre carbonera

Que lavaito, que lavaito

Aaa que te quiera

Gitana que vas andando, moja el agua tus echuras

Gitana quien navegara la barca de tu cintura

Rosa, mi voz, cielo

Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos

Rosa, cielo

Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos

Gypsy that you are walking, playing with the tide

The waves that follow you

They are erasing your traces

Gypsy that you are walking, wet your echuras in the water

Gypsy who will navigate the boat of your waist

Rose, my voice, honey

Your image is gone, what memories

How magical is the sea, that I don't see it

Boatman

silent, and far

The air doesn't suck

and time passes

tell him i'm gone

And what else do I turn to

As soon as winter goes cold

As soon as winter, cold cold goes away

and until spring

green again

Come back like a triguillo

As soon as winter goes cold

No matter how old you come

It comes green, it comes green, sea green

Maita, maita, maita mine

You already wind the day

Gypsy that you are walking, wet your echuras in the water

Gypsy who will navigate the boat of your waist

Rose, my voice, honey

Your image is gone, what memories

Rosaaa, sky

Your image is gone, what memories

What a conch, that sweet melody

Tumbaita in the sun on the sand

Sand blonde, sandy blonde

Sky over coal tower

What a wash, what a wash

aaa i love you

Gypsy that you are walking, wet your echuras in the water

Gypsy who will navigate the boat of your waist

Rose, my voice, honey

Your image is gone, what memories

pink sky

Your image is gone, what memories