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People Say
People say that I am flamenco
That my hair shines differently
That I fell in love with the moon
And that every night I hang on its threads
People say that I am a rocker
Born from a gypsy
That I was baptized by the Beatles
On the shore that leads to Triana
People say, people say
Whatever comes out of their noses
But you, girl, don't pay attention to them
And stay with what I sing to you
That by singing I tell you
I sing to your little face, the most beautiful to me
And I sing to the colors drawn by the horizon
I sing to Andalusia, owner of my soul
And I search for joy among the debris of drama
To make a living, to make my way
I have more than enough with my guitar, I don't need a knife, oh oh
I don't need a knife, oh oh
I don't need a knife
People say I was a sailor
That I am friends with the wind
That every evening it tells me its things
Which are the things that I later sing
People say, people say
Whatever comes out of their noses
But you, girl, don't pay attention to them
And stay with what I sing to you
That by singing I tell you
I sing to your little face, the most beautiful to me
And I sing to the colors drawn by the horizon
I sing to Andalusia, owner of my soul
And I search for joy among the debris of drama
To make a living, to make my way
I have more than enough with my guitar, I don't need a knife, oh oh
I don't need a knife, oh oh
I don't need a knife
People say, people say
Whatever comes out of their noses
But you, girl, don't pay attention to them
And stay with what I sing to you
That by singing I tell you
I sing to your little face, the most beautiful to me
And I sing to the colors drawn by the horizon
I sing to Andalusia, owner of my soul
And I search for joy among the debris of drama
To make a living, to make my way
I have more than enough with my guitar, I don't need a knife, oh oh
I don't need a knife, oh oh
I don't need a knife
