Agosto (english Translation) Songtext / Lyric

The gipsy-blood that runs inside of me,
mixes to a cocktail
of sweet flavour.
In the gipsy-blood that runs inside of me
burns a fire
from my hands directly to my heart.
And at daybreak, a soul of dust flies above me,
mixing up the tides.
Every morning a soul of dust
and I do not regret it.

Sooner or later
I will lose my chains.
Once in a lifetime
I have to find the night of harvest time
inside of me,
my lost soul
that I threw into the sea.

Promised land that belongs to us
by deeds, by art
and by the mercy of God.
Promised land that belongs to us
what does it matter
to be Morisco or Christian
if there is enough for both?
In the gipsy-blood that runs inside of me
burns a fire,
from my hands directly to my heart,
to my heart ...
Once in a lifetime
I have to find the night of harvest time
inside of me,
my lost soul
that I threw into the sea.