| And «support» in the frame of the mancebía
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| She watched the May night light up
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| Men passed by and I smiled
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| When you stopped the horse at my door
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| Serrana, you give me a candle
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| And I told him gaché
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| Come and take from my lips
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| that I will give you fire
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| You left the horse and I gave you light
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| And it was your two eyes
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| Green stars of May for me
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| Green eyes, green like basil
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| Green like green wheat
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| And to green, lemon green
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| Green eyes, green with faca shine
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| That have been nailed to my heart
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| For me there are no longer suns, stars or moon
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| There is nothing more than a few eyes that are my life
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| Green eyes, green like basil
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| We saw from the fourth dawn the day
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| And sound the dawn in the candle tower
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| You left my body when it dawned
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| And in the mouth a taste of mint and cinnamon
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| Brunette for a dress I'm going to give you
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| I told you these served
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| You don't have to give me na
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| you got on the horse
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| you left me
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| And never another more beautiful night of May
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| I have come back to life
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| Green eyes, green like basil
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| Green like green wheat
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| And to green, lemon green
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| Green eyes, green with faca shine
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| That have been nailed to my heart
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| For me there are no longer suns, stars or moon
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| There is nothing more than a few eyes that are my life
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| Green eyes, green like basil
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| (Thanks to Eva for these lyrics) |