aOh La Cbuena borGrasca this Cstorm's a Glot like a Dgrief

ait's like a Cfiery Glove it's

Clike a Gsharp crystal Dsea

aand the Cbeaches are Gsad CLord

and the Gdark clouds are Dreal

alike black Cdresses of Gmonks on Ddead

white walls of EscoGrial.



How in the realm or myth and like a fool now and then

I see your triumphs of feeling in the arms of another man

I have to think about winning when I shout my own drunken pleas

that after tonight Lord I'll only love women of Velasquez.



®: CThere is a Gfriendly Ddance Cmake it and Gdance it pDlease

Cmagic GappeaDrance in the Cshade of a Gwoman's Dkiss.



The kiss of an old scared mother when the lamp is already out

and something doesn't come back and from an awful distance it laughs

under the cork red wine when I see you again how you cry

how you rear up above me like an autumn red Spanish sky.

jak se nade mnou vzpínáš jak podzimní španělský nebe.

jak se nade mnou vzpínáš jak podzimní španělský nebe.