The Spaniard
Dancing with a Spaniard: A Sensual Tale of Passion and Liberation
Lyrics
On some dank dusty morning I chanced to meet a Spaniard
Encountered a Spaniard on a gloomy morning
With eyes so dark and lips so red and words so cool
Describing the Spaniard's captivating features: dark eyes, red lips, and cool words
He came into my head
The Spaniard made a lasting impression in the speaker's thoughts
He led me to a tavern and he gave to me his silver cup
Invited to a tavern where the Spaniard shared his silver cup
With leather boots and blood-red wine and hair so fine
Describing the Spaniard's appearance: leather boots, blood-red wine, and fine hair
Held his hands for me, yeah
The Spaniard held the speaker's hands
I found myself dancing with a rose between my teeth
The speaker found herself dancing with a rose in her teeth
And the feel of frills around my ankles like a dead man's hand
Describing the sensation of frills around the speaker's ankles
Red wine drained quickly in the heat of that sensual night
Red wine consumed quickly in the heat of a sensual night
And the cacti kissed together on the meseta
Describing an intimate moment with cacti kissing on the meseta (plateau)
Old man, you cheered me
An old man cheered the speaker on
As I cavorted around the tables
The speaker cavorted around tables
While his fingers filed the guitar in the frenzied mood
The Spaniard played the guitar passionately
As my dance gained momentum
The dance gained momentum
My aching thighs began to wane
The speaker's thighs started to ache
But you were strong, you carried on
The Spaniard persisted despite the speaker's fatigue
So I kicked my heels
The speaker kicked her heels
And I reeled around the room
The speaker reeled around the room
I flicked my skirts for you
The speaker flicked her skirts for the Spaniard
I even tossed the rose right next to you
The speaker tossed a rose next to the Spaniard
I even let my hair down and covered you with my mantilla
The speaker let her hair down and covered the Spaniard with her mantilla (shawl)
That night you called me beautiful
The Spaniard complimented the speaker as beautiful
You see I don't forget so easily
The speaker doesn't easily forget the Spaniard's words
Now I shred my castanets to a pulp
The speaker now shreds her castanets (hand-held percussion instruments) to a pulp
And I try to remember you
The speaker tries to remember the Spaniard
But the day is dawning and candle wax drips to an end
The day is dawning, and a candle's wax drips to an end
Tables cleared, time to move, Seсor, please
Tables are cleared, signaling it's time to move on
Maсana es un nuevo dнa
Tomorrow is a new day
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