Cuando cantaba Morente (part. Ángeles Toledano y Julio Cobelli)

One, two, three
How beautiful, Julio

An ancient and precise flight
Like a lurking danger
An ancient and precise flight
Like a lurking danger
A silent explosion
The echo of a flash
Life filled the glass
When Morente sang

I saw nostalgia open up, wide
Completely
I saw nostalgia open up, wide
Completely
And even time, the relentless
Stopped, quiet
His voice carried the dice
When Morente sang
And the sorrow would sleep
If Morente sang to it
The same burning sorrow
That once burned
All the sorrow in the world
With which one was born
When it hurt in Morente
It no longer hurt, it no longer hurt
An ancient and precise flight
Like a lurking danger
An ancient and precise flight
Like a lurking danger
A silent explosion
The echo of a flash
Life filled the glass
When Morente sang

Julio, we’re outta here
Ah-ah, eh-eh