Coplera de Madrugada
Alberto Danza
Early Morning Copla
They say you're killing me
Wine of the dawn
The wine enters my body
Like a cry of hope
The wine enters my body
Like a cry of hope
At the bottom of the glasses
My fate is sealed
At the bottom of the glasses
My fate is sealed
And with every sip I take
My soul blossoms and sings
When the stars kiss
The strings of my guitar
I hurry and hurry the pace
Looking to gain distances
The horse is tired of pleasure
My sorrows are dwarfed
They say you're killing me
Wine of the dawn
When a sorrow advances on me
And his spurs dig into me
When a sorrow advances on me
And his spurs dig into me
I feel less than a dog
And my throat knots
I feel less than a dog
And my throat knots
Because the most seasoned man
That embraced some hope
If a wind blows it over
It loosens up as if nothing happened
That's why I let them talk
Of wine and my early mornings
Sorrows also destroy
But everyone keeps quiet about that
Wine is a manly thing
The stab from the front
If I have to leave my skeleton
The penalties should not carry it
They say you're killing me
Wine of the dawn
