La Molinera
Olivia Ruiz
The Miller's Daughter
Too much time, we've been left alone not knowing anything
and we've forgotten the scent of jasmine
from your gardens
and little by little, we've forgotten your language....
that of our mother
Chorus:(2)
to sing you our pain, to pray for you and protect you from what
stays inside of me...
we sing you flamenco, music always has its roots..
the angel never came down so low to reach you
(2)never the color of the sea, the white lime of your house
and the color of the earth
the blue of your sky has always been so dark.
I write you this song..
so you know about me
Chorus:(2)
(2)the miller's daughter...has a key with which she locks and unlocks...
and to the sound of midnight, my little one, I go with him...
(2)little flowers of the field..and olé and olé
to her head and olé and olé(3)
