At night in my Triana,
my gypsies cried their pain
to the river,
for gone forever is
the song of the forge, pure Triana,
the song of the Caganchos,
purest essence of what is gypsy.
My God! What I would give
to be in that cave,
listening to those gypsies
of my ancient race.
De noche en mi Triana
le apenaba al rio
mi gitanillo y mis gitanas,
porque se habran ido
el canto fragueros,
puro de Triana,
los de Cagancho,
eran los mas puros esencia gitana.
Dios mio, que yo diera
por estar en la cava
pa' yo escucha' aquellos
gitanos de mi vieja raza...
Solea/Jose de la Tomasa
www.MatadoraFlamenca.com
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