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Spanish songs in Andalucia
the shooting sites in the days of ’39
Oh, please leave, the ventana open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone:
bullet holes in the cemetery walls
the black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I’m flying in a dc-10 tonight 

refrain:
Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón 

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
the freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
they wore the black one
but after they died, it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home, the buses went up in flashes
the Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My señorita’s rose was nipped in the bud 

refrain 

The hillsides ring with „free the people“
or can I hear the echo from the days of ’39
with trenches full of poets
the ragged army, fixing bayonets to fight the other line?
Spanish bombs rock the province
I’m hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a dc-10 tonight 

Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón 

Spanish songs in Andalucia:
mandolina, oh mi corazón
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón

Rikscha fahren – immer ein Vergnügen.

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