La Llave Del Amor
José Mercé
The Key of Love
Key of love, oh love of the street
I go from door to door but nobody opens.
I dream of your black hair and your cinnamon eyes, cinnamon!
I live on a free boat,
That sails through your eyes, sails, sails...
Your tears my mother and your hope my sin
My sin is waiting for you to come back to my side
Oh gypsy, oh how beautiful you look when you get angry...
When you get angry.
Key of love, oh love of the street
I go from door to door but nobody opens
Oh love of the street
From door to door but nobody opens.
If death devours me
Let it devour me with you
Oh I go searching one by one
And on the riverbank
There's someone who can tell me how to heal
This so cold, infernal pain
That is slowly killing me, little by little, slowly,
Little by little.
Key of love, oh love of the street
I go from door to door but nobody opens.
Oh gypsy, oh oh gypsy, gypsy
And how beautiful you look when you get angry, when you get angry
