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The street of the polka dots

Dream that cheers up my life
Light that illuminates my existence
And, on a dark winter's night
my mind dreams of you
 
And I walk the hard road
in search for the hope
of being able to kiss your lips
and to quench my bitter thirst
my bitter thirst
 
And, in the trunk of memories, I look at your portrait
which I caress and kiss when you're not by my side
When you're not by my side, whey you're not by my side
I ask the saint three times that no one kisses your mouth
I always look at your portrait, which I caress and kiss when you're not by my side
 
If you want to come to meet me, you know where to find me
The square of the basket weavers, the street of the polka dots
Where the gipsy women artfully embroider handkerchiefs
They do it for your wedding, my lifelong companion
If you want to come to meet me, you know where to find me
The square of the basket weavers, the street of the polka dots, the street of the polka dots
 
A hundred kings asked me where love is to be found
Love is not from this world, love comes from God
Love is a party where the heart dances
In the smile of a child where God is reflected, the force that moves the world
A hundred kings asked me where love is to be found
 
And when the sun comes in through my window
I will thank God because He wanted it that way
You are the reason to continue living
Science is words and the world is infinite
Walk walking, walk slowly
Four wise men are walking along the banks of a river
 
The moon looked at me and I understood
She told me that what you felt for me was love
The moon looked at me and I understood
She told me that what you felt for me was love
The moon looked at me and I understood
She told me that what you felt for me was love
 

Lullaby of the Big Horse

Lullaby, my child, lullaby
of a big horse
that didn't want the water
that didn't want the water.
 
The water was black
there in the branches. (1)
 
When it gets to the bridge
it stops and dances.(2)
 
Who can say my child
what the water holds
with its tail so long
in its parlour green. (3)
 
Hey hey
 
Sleep now, little clove pink (4)
the horse doesn't want to drink.
Sleep now, little rose
leave the horse to its woes.
 

How Wretched They Are

I was given advice
And by that time, what good was it?
For all that had happened to me
Could no longer be helped
 
How wretched are all of those
Who are sentenced
They're always thinking about their suffering
Whether they will carry it out or not
 
Virtue is happiness
That gives relief to the heart
And such sorrow is a misfortune,
It is sadness, it is pain
 
Overnight
I have come to hate my beloved
May that gypsy come to a bad end
 
How tragic is my destiny
I'm deprived of warmth
If I come near, no matter where