Spanish Bombs
Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of ‘39
Oh please leave the vendanna open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I’m flying in on a DC-10 tonight
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te acuerda, oh mi coraz n
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te acuerda, oh mi coraz n
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died up on the hill
They sang The Red Flag, they wore the black one
After they died it was mockingbird hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb is drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My se oritas rose was nipped in the bud
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te acuerda, oh mi coraz n
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te acuerda, oh mi coraz n
The hillsides ring with “Free the people”
Or can I hear the echoes from the days of ‘39?
Trenches full of poets, a ragged army
Fixing bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I’m hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs, Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a DC-10 tonight
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te acuerda, oh mi coraz n
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te acuerda, oh mi coraz n