Dancer in a rumpled dress color of red wine,
Throwing off his shoes under the seat , finishes his drink.
Guitarist left the stage , and the singer quietly asleep,
Candles in the glass melt , flooding the floor wax .
Castanets died away for three hours in a row,
And desolate tavern , dawn begins .
And stained crimson wave behind a wall drive -
Whether the blood , the road miles in the New World ...
Hey , come on, ring, flamenco , castanets , heels !
Waving mantilla , shatters glass ...
Hey , come on, walk, tavern, - until the morning you will not collect !
Ocean escorted us , the ocean !
Hey , come on, walk, tavern, - until the morning you will not collect !
Ocean escorted us , the ocean !
And again thickens evening cat lies on the porch ,
And once again become the stage creak underfoot ,
And gather in a tavern who did not go with the tide ,
And pay a couple of brand new dancer coins.
Dancer in a rumpled dress color of red wine
Hastily put on shoes , vskinet head, freeze ...
These hands ... those shoulders ... those candles on the table
You'll take to the road in the New World !
So come on, ring, flamenco , castanets , heels !
Waving mantilla , shatters glass ...
So come on, walk, tavern - to the light will not take !
Ocean escorted us , the ocean !
So come on, walk, tavern - to the light will not take !
Ocean escorted us , the ocean !
Ocean escorted us , the ocean !