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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 walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I’m flying on in a DC-10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But 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 hotels
My señorita’s rose was nipped in the bud

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.

The hillsides ring with “free the people”
Or can I hear the echo from the days of ’39
With 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 the Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a DC-10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón

Spanish songs in Andalucia
Mandolina, oh mi corazón
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón
Oh mi corazón
Oh mi corazón
Oh mi corazón

Spanish Bombs - The Clash