Lyrics of Dice La Gente - El Arrebato

Dice La Gente (original)

Dice la gente que
Yo soy flamenco
Que el pelo me
Brilla distinto
Que me enamore
De la luna y que
Cada noche me
Cuelgo en sus hilos
Dice la gente que
Soy un rockero
Pario por una gitana
Que me bautizaron
Los beatles en la
Orilla que da pa Triana
Dice la gente
La gente dice
Lo que le sale de
Las narices
Pero tu niña no
Le hagas caso
Y quedate
Con lo que te canto
Que cantando te
Lo cuento
Yo le canto
A tu carita
Para mi la
Mas bonita, y
Le cato a
Los colores
Que dibuja
El horizonte
Yo le canto a
Andalucia
Propietaria de
Mi alma
Y rebusco la
Alegria por
Los escombros
Del drama
Para buscarme
La vida, para
Hacerme mi camino
Me sobra con
Mi guitarra, no
Necesito cuchillo
Oooooo
No necesito cuchillo
Dice la gente que
Fui marinero
Que tengo
Amistad con el viento
Que cada tarde
Me cuenta sus cosas
Que son las cosas
Qu yo canto luego
Dice la gente
La gente dice
Lo que le sale
De las narices
Yo le canto a
Tu carita
Para mi la
Mas bonita
Y le canto a
Los colores
Que dibuja
El horizonte
Yo le canto a
Andalucia
Propietaria de
Mi alma
Y rebusco
La alegria
Por los
Escombros
Del drama
Para buscarme
La vida, para
Hacerme mi camino
Me sobra con
Mi guitarra, no
Necesito cuchillo
Oooooo
No necesito cuchillo
Dice la gente
La gente dice
Lo que le sale de
Las narices
Pero tu niña no
Le hagas caso
Y quedate
Con lo que te canto
Que cantando te
Lo cuento
Yo le canto
A tu carita
Para mi la
Mas bonita, y
Le cato a
Los colores
Que dibuja
El horizonte
Yo le canto a
Andalucia
Propietaria de
Mi alma
Y rebusco la
Alegria por
Los escombros
Del drama
Para buscarme
La vida, para
Hacerme mi camino
Me sobra con
Mi guitarra, no
Necesito cuchillo
Oooooo
No necesito cuchillo

(translation)

people say that
I am flamingo
that hair me
shine different
make me fall in love
of the moon and that
Every night I
I hang on their threads
people say that
i'm a rocker
Pario for a gypsy
that I was baptized
the beatles in the
Shore that gives pa Triana
people say
People say
What comes out of
The noses
but not your girl
pay attention to him
and stay
With what I sing to you
that singing to you
I tell it
I sing to him
to your little face
For me the
prettier, and
I love
The colors
who draws
The horizon
I sing to
Andalusia
owner of
My soul
And I look for the
joy for
the rubble
of drama
to find me
life, for
make my way
I have plenty with
not my guitar
i need knife
oooooo
I don't need a knife
people say that
I was a sailor
That I have
friendship with the wind
that every afternoon
he tells me his things
what are things
What I sing later
people say
People say
what comes out
of the noses
I sing to
Your little face
For me the
Prettier
And I sing to
The colors
who draws
The horizon
I sing to
Andalusia
owner of
My soul
and I search
Joy
For the
Debris
of drama
to find me
life, for
make my way
I have plenty with
not my guitar
i need knife
oooooo
I don't need a knife
people say
People say
What comes out of
The noses
but not your girl
pay attention to him
and stay
With what I sing to you
that singing to you
I tell it
I sing to him
to your little face
For me the
prettier, and
I love
The colors
who draws
The horizon
I sing to
Andalusia
owner of
My soul
And I look for the
joy for
the rubble
of drama
to find me
life, for
make my way
I have plenty with
not my guitar
i need knife
oooooo
I don't need a knife