Ojos Verdes
Buika concha Lyrics


Apoy? en el quicio de la manceb韆,
miraba encenderce la noche de Mayo.
Pasaban los hombres
y yo sonre韆,
hasta que en mi puerta paraste el caballo.
Serrana me das candela
y yo te dije gach?
Ay ven
y t髆ame mis labios
y yo fuego te dar?
Dejaste el caballo
y lumbre te d?
y fueron dos verdes luceros de Mayo tus ojos pa' m?

Ojos verdes,
verdes como,
la albahaca.
Verdes como el trigo verde
y el verde, verde lim髇
. Ojos verdes, verdes
con brillo de faca
que se han clavaito en mi coraz髇
. Pa m? ya no hay soles,
lucero, ni luna,
No hay m醩 que unos ojos que mi vida son.
Ojos verdes, verdes como
la albahaca.
Verdes como el trigo verde
y el verde, verde lim髇.

Vimos desde el cuarto despertar el d韆,
y sonar el alba en la torre la vela.
Dejaste mi brazo cuando amanec韆
y en mi boca un gusto a menta y canela.
Serrana para un vestido yo te quiero regalar.
Yo te dije est? cumplio,
no me tienes que dar n?
Subiste al caballo
te fuiste de m?
y nunca otra noche
mas bella de Mayo han vuelto a vivir.

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Jaime Duncan

Lyrics:  
resting  in the quisio (corner, a particular one) of the mansebia (brothel) 
I  was watching the night of May turn on  (the poetic reference is to fire); 
The men passed and I smiled Until at my door a horse stopped. 
"Serrana, will you give me candle?" 
And I told you "Gache” (roman for young men), 
Come and take it from my lips That I will give you fire.” 
You left the horse And I gave you fire, 
And two green stars of May  were your  eyes for me (pa mi, instead of para mi it’s again roman)  
Green eyes, 
green like basil. 
Greens like green wheat And green,
 like lemon green. 
Green eyes, green with  a knife glow (we are talking about a big curved one for work), 
That are clavaitos (nailed in the sense of a wound)in my heart. 
For me there are no suns, no stars or moon, 
There are only two eyes that have become my  life 
Green eyes, 
green like basil. 
Greens like green wheat 
And green, lemon green.  
We watched from the room wake up the day And to sound (i believe it’s a reference to a morning call from the tower, but I am not from Spain) the dawn in the Tower of the Candle (in Spanish the same word is use for candle and a the sail of a boat). 
You left my arms when it was daybreak 
And in my mouth you left a taste of mint and cinnamon. 
“Serrana (women from the mountain, “la sierra” it’s a region not the mountain per se)  f
or a dress I want to give you some money” 
I told you:” it is done, You have to give me nothing more. " 
You climbed your  horse You left me, 
And never another May night as beautiful as this one I have I ever had. 
* Sorry for any English grammar errors. Not a native speaker or an expert.



Shini Rinne

Green eyes

Leaning in the doorway of the brothel,
I watched the May sunset burn.
Men were passing,
and I was smiling
when you stopped your horse in front of my door.
Serrana, give me a good time,
and I said to you, "Gache,
Come here,
take my lips
and I will give you fire."
You left your horse,
and I gave you fire,
and your eyes were two green stars of May
for me.

Green eyes,
green like
basil.
Green like green wheat
and the green, the green of lime.
Green eyes, green,
with the gleam of a knife,
that have stuck themselves in my heart.
For me, there are no suns,
nor stars, nor any moon,
There is nothing else besides those eyes
that are my whole life.
Green eyes, green like
basil.
Green like green wheat
and the green, the green of lime.

From the room, we watched the day awake
and the ringing of dawn in the watchtower.
You left my arms when morning came
and in my mouth the taste of mint and cinnamon.
Serrana, I want to give you
money for a dress.
I told you the night has been paid,
you don't need to give me a thing.
You got on your horse
and went away from me,
and never has there been another May night
as lovely as that one was for me.



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Carlos Diaz Salazar

si voz grave rasposa, desgarrada, te desgarra el alma. Es imposible quedarse indeferente al escuchar esta joya.

pedro a. cantero

En su voz los ojos son todos verdes, poco importa si el color se halla tras la sombra canela o la voz rasgada de esta gran cantaora.

mar gonzalez

pedro a. cantero Eso hace Buika, saca al poeta que llevamos dentro.

Soriano Gallego S.A.

Muy bello Buika

enio josé michielin vieira

@pedro a. cantero Verde como el trigo verde! Ela é só Fantástica!

Metro Guest

La virtud inigualable de esa voz, la letra lorquiana que arranca las espinas enquistadas de cualquier pasado, su libertad en la profundidad de ésa mirada y la apertura con que penetra su piel en el cante jondo, nos muestra lo irreal que es el racismo, nos muestra que somos un todo
Bendiciones Buika

Milagros Naranjo

Dios que carisma tiene esta mujer. Preciosa

Oscar Barrera

Me quito el sombrero por esta mujer tan bella y de maravillosa voz

carmen beccaria

es increíble lo que trasmite con su voz.

Diego Drako

No puedo creer lo bello que canta esta "Negra preciosa" su voz me resuena en cada tripa..... La Amo!

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