Dejándonos La Piel

I have the smile of spring
And I turn into fire when they touch me,
I break into a thousand pieces when they love me
And I pour out my sorrows through Sevillanas.

My hands are like palms when they fly
My eyes are blackberry when they wait,
I have fought the bull of life
And I have sung a lullaby through bulerias.

We have loved, leaving our souls in a sigh
We have fought, leaving our skin on the path
We have cried, a goodbye with a taste of farewell
And we have tasted the bittersweet flavor of life.

I have the gaze of a black night
And my soul complains when they hurt me,
If someone asks me what I do
I reply that I live life.

My accent is the accent of my people
My voice is imbued with Andalusia
And if someone asks me what I miss
I reply that I miss everything I had.