Poetry

Flamenco EN

The hungry night has dimmed the lights
and poured milk-fog beyond my window,
I still keep whispering to you, my love,
even though you are so far away.

And you receive these confessions,
waving your red dress in the air,
somewhere there in your distant Sevilla,
you dance the flamenco of your life.

I hold my thoughts of you in my arms,
I pour my soul like a river of sighs,
stay for a moment longer, my darling,
even though you are so far away.

And you receive all these longings,
waving your red dress in the air,
somewhere there in your distant Sevilla,
you dance the flamenco of your life.

With all my senses I paint your body,
and touch you softly beneath closed eyes,
thank you for being there, my darling,
even though you are so far away.

And you receive all these desires,
waving your red dress in the air,
somewhere there in your distant Sevilla,
you dance the flamenco of your life.