Vino, torero y cante traducción al Inglés

Here that there is cante, there is also wine
Because the
Because the copla wants the fine deals
Singing through bulería, María comes
And in his mouth
And in her mouth the grace of Andalusia, of Andalusia

I want a bullfighter night and tomorrow
That he wears a suit that is gold and scarlet
What is so proverbial that he stops
That he looks like a star over Triana

Long live my blood and smell my land
Long live the
Long live the black bulls of shell and saw
Hey brown, where is there not?
Where there are no singers, there are no good guys, there are no good guys

With the cazalla and the tabaquillo
They kill the
The raw young men kill the worm
In the pots tuberose and carnations are awake
That my dad
That my duck fights today in the port, today in the port

I have a mint color fan
That blows the air, that heats up
What am I going to do in the shop?
I'm going to make the president this afternoon

My cante is small, fly slowly
What's wrong with you?
What scares a bull from three palaces
Hey neighbor, where there is no
Where there are no mataores, there are no fine people, there are no fine people

In the evening near the river
I'm going
I'm going to go with the armband of a boyfriend of mine
Sign Santana, sell hazelnuts, sell donuts
And the anise
And the anise on the lips tickles you, tickles you

The rebujina, the snails
What fine people
I of colors that do not finish the candle
Santana's candle, without tolitole

And give me your hand, early rose
I saw her
That the virgin walks next to Santana
Oh, my owner, for your love
For your love, from the bridge I jump into the river, I jump into the river