Lyrics of Vivo Cielo (Alegrias) - José Mercé

Vivo Cielo (Alegrias) (original)

Gitana que vas andando, jugando con la marea
Las olas que a ti te siguen
Van borrandote las huellas
Gitana que vas andando, moja el agua tus echuras
Gitana quien navegara la barca de tu cintura
Rosa, mi voz, cielo
Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos
Que mágica esta la mar, que yo no la veo
Barquero
Callaba, y lejos
No se le hulle el aire
Y pasa el tiempo
Dile que me he ido
Y que mas a que me vuelvo
A poco que el invierno, frio se va
A poco que el invierno, frio frio se va
Y hasta la primavera
Verde otra vez
Vuelve como triguillo
A poco que el invierno, frio se va
Por mas vieja, que vengas
Viene verde, viene verde, verde mar
Maita, maita, maita mía
Tu ya viento el dia
Gitana que vas andando, moja el agua tus echuras
Gitana quien navegara la barca de tu cintura
Rosa, mi voz, cielo
Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos
Rosaaa, cieelo
Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos
Que caracola, esa dulce melodía
Tumbaita al sol sobre la arena
Arena rubia, rubia de arena
Cielo sobre torre carbonera
Que lavaito, que lavaito
Aaa que te quiera
Gitana que vas andando, moja el agua tus echuras
Gitana quien navegara la barca de tu cintura
Rosa, mi voz, cielo
Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos
Rosa, cielo
Se va tu imagen, que recuerdos

(translation)

Gypsy that you are walking, playing with the tide
The waves that follow you
They are erasing your traces
Gypsy that you are walking, wet your echuras in the water
Gypsy who will navigate the boat of your waist
Rose, my voice, honey
Your image is gone, what memories
How magical is the sea, that I don't see it
Boatman
silent, and far
The air doesn't suck
and time passes
tell him i'm gone
And what else do I turn to
As soon as winter goes cold
As soon as winter, cold cold goes away
and until spring
green again
Come back like a triguillo
As soon as winter goes cold
No matter how old you come
It comes green, it comes green, sea green
Maita, maita, maita mine
You already wind the day
Gypsy that you are walking, wet your echuras in the water
Gypsy who will navigate the boat of your waist
Rose, my voice, honey
Your image is gone, what memories
Rosaaa, sky
Your image is gone, what memories
What a conch, that sweet melody
Tumbaita in the sun on the sand
Sand blonde, sandy blonde
Sky over coal tower
What a wash, what a wash
aaa i love you
Gypsy that you are walking, wet your echuras in the water
Gypsy who will navigate the boat of your waist
Rose, my voice, honey
Your image is gone, what memories
pink sky
Your image is gone, what memories