How I miss you
Riot of reason, sonorous solitude
Fifty years
Some more than I turned now
Depth in vein, mint cure
Inert gallop
The sunken boat, living the bad life
Die death, die death
From the horizon comes the grieving brother
Praying to go to Sacromonte
Where even the gypsies know who I am
School teacher
The duke of the duchess of memory
Bread with thyme
Coffee cognac with a dash of liqueur without chicory
The churumbelas
That were suckled in the cradle by bulerías
Pass the papers which killed you
When you lived, when you lived
Little heart wounded in combat
With the entrails
Woe! That the orphan was left with the tomato
The pole and the cane
With what reluctance
They make the curled Gaditans
And the pescadillas, and boga and jurel
Of the bitter ocean
What a nightmare
The chair without José La Venta Vargas
La Venta Vargas
From the horizon comes the grieving brother
Praying to go to Sacromonte
Where even the gypsies know who I am