2020.11.19.
The Bakers
At the entrance of Oviedo and the exitThere is a bakery, how she looks at me
Oh, how baker
Oh, how baker, my soul takes me away
That little baker has three names
Player, drunk and friend of men
Oh, how baker
Oh, how baker, my soul takes me away
Tell me, little baker, ¿how´s the deal going?
The flour is growing* and the bread is cheap
Oh, how baker
Oh, how baker, my soul takes me away
That little baker offers me a bun,
I forgive her, so I don´t get to see her face
Oh, how baker
Oh, how baker, my soul takes me away