{"id":1033,"date":"2013-07-12T12:12:05","date_gmt":"2013-07-12T17:12:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=1033"},"modified":"2013-07-14T13:04:52","modified_gmt":"2013-07-14T18:04:52","slug":"deep-songs-from-spain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2013\/07\/12\/deep-songs-from-spain\/","title":{"rendered":"Deep Songs from Spain"},"content":{"rendered":"

A collection of some lovely Flamenco lyrics<\/p>\n

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The sighs that come from me
\nand those that come from you,
\nif they meet on their way
\nwhat things they will say!<\/p>\n

Original:
\nSuspiros que de m\u00ed salgan<\/em>
\ny otros que de ti saldr\u00e1n,<\/em>
\nsi en el camino se encuentran<\/em>
\n\u00a1qu\u00e9 de cosas se dir\u00e1n!<\/em><\/p>\n

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If blood were sold
\nyou\u2019d be rich and I\u2019d be poor\u2014
\nyou have in your veins
\nboth yours and mine.<\/p>\n

Original:
\nSi la sangre se vendiera,<\/em>
\nfueras t\u00fa rica y yo pobre,<\/em>
\nporque tienes en tus venas<\/em>
\nla que a m\u00ed me corresponde.<\/em><\/p>\n

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If being fond costed money
\nyou would owe me a lot;
\nbut since it doesn\u2019t,
\nyou don\u2019t owe me, I owe you not.<\/p>\n

Original:
\nSi el querer bien se pagara,<\/em>
\nmucho me estabas debiendo;<\/em>
\npero como no se paga,<\/em>
\nni me debes ni te debo.<\/em><\/p>\n

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With the pain of not seeing you,
\nI am living on earth.
\nAnd if I am not dead,
\nthen nobody will die of heartbreak.<\/p>\n

Original:
\nCon la pena de no verte<\/em>
\nestoy viviendo en la tierra:<\/em>
\ncuando no me muero yo,<\/em>
\nnadie se muere de pena.<\/em><\/p>\n

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I must punish
\nthe eyes of my face
\nfor looking with affection
\non someone who doesn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n

Original:
\nA los ojos de mi cara<\/em>
\nlos tengo de castigar,<\/em>
\nporque miran con cari\u00f1o<\/em>
\na quien mal pago les da.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>
\nI wrote it to you crying,
\nI sent it to you crying.
\nThe tears from my eyes
\ndidn\u2019t let me see it.<\/p>\n

Original:
\nLlorando te la escrib\u00ed,<\/em>
\nllorando te la mand\u00e9;<\/em>
\nlas l\u00e1grimas de mis ojos<\/em>
\nno me la dejaron ver<\/em><\/p>\n


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I must be buried
\nsitting when I die
\nso that you can say,
\n\u2018He\u2019s dead but waiting for me.\u2019<\/p>\n

Original:
\nHe de mandar que me entierren<\/em>
\nsentado cuando me muera,<\/em>
\npara que puedas decir:<\/em>
\n\u2014Se muri\u00f3, pero me espera<\/em><\/p>\n

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I don\u2019t know what it is
\nabout the cemetery flowers,
\nbut when the wind rustles them
\nthey seem to be crying.<\/p>\n

Original:<\/h6>\n
No s\u00e9 qu\u00e9 tienen las flores<\/em>
\nque est\u00e1n en el camposanto,<\/em>
\nque cuando las mueve el viento<\/em>
\nparece que est\u00e1n llorando.<\/em><\/h6>\n

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Lyrics and translations from M. Smith & L. Ingelmo. Cantes Flamencos:The Deep Songs of Spain<\/em><\/p>\n

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