2019.01.08.
How Good I am (Andalusian Dance Song)
For a gypsy verse,With a strong feeling,
The Gypsies from Triana give
All they have earned in a year.
Oh, how I love you gypsy man of my soul,
Even if you don't think as I do!
Kissing the flowers I spend my life,
Kissing the flowers of May and April,
Because mountain flowers
Soothe the pain I feel because of you.
Everyone says I'm good,
And I choose to believe that I am bad,
Why won't I uproot this pain
That I carry written on my soul.
How good I am, How bad I am.
What I want most in my life,
Even though it's my downfall,
Are the pains and joys
That I feel because of this gypsy.
Oh, how I love you gypsy man of my soul,
Even if you don't think as I do!
My beloved Triana, because you are the queen,
Flowers and the Guadalquivir river embrace you,
You carry the Torre del Oro as an ornament in your hair
And you have within you the cradle of gypsy art.
(Refrain)