La Baraja
Duquende
The Deck of Cards
I’ve got you tucked away in my sleeve, the last card of the deck.
I always lose at love, I haven’t won a single hand.
But this round, I’ll win it from you, and you’ve got no hope,
because if love dies, it’s reason that rules,
because if love dies, it’s reason that rules.
You were the bandit, oh you little thief, tell me why.
You little flamenco girl, you’ve mocked your own love.
You were the bandit, you little thief, tell me why.
You little flamenco girl, you’ve mocked your own love.
Don’t think you fooled me, like I fell from a tree.
You were the one who dealt the cards, you’ll be my enemy.
But this round, I’ll win it from you, and you’ve got no hope,
because if love dies, it’s reason that rules,
because if love dies, it’s reason that rules.
You were the bandit, oh you little thief, tell me why.
You little flamenco girl, you’ve mocked your own love.
You were the bandit, oh you little thief, tell me why.
You little flamenco girl, you’ve mocked your own love.
