Spanish Bombs

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the ventana open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery wall
The black cars of the 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 quiero, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon 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 was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotel
My senorita’s rose was nipped in the bud
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
The hillsides ring with «Free the people»
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
Trenches full of poets, the ragged army
Fixing bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I’m hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Andalucia, mandolina
Oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon