Bars of Sevilla

Atlantic Popes

Compositor: Bernhard Lloyd / Max Holler

The bars of sevilla
Fire and grace
Go with passion and pace
In the bars, in the bars of sevilla

In the shade of a palm tree
Fanning a smile to her side
She raised her hands in the air
And turned around for a while

Do i know it was real
Or was it all in my mind
Before i could see her face
I let her out of my sight

It was near the arena
A real hot summer day
The sweat came out of the walls
When he happened to cross her way

On a bench at the fountain
Reading a message again
There’s still some time to be killed
Before she can see that man

Under sparkles of light
They are moving with pride
In a powerful crowd
In the bars of sevilla
Fire and grace
Go with passion and pace
In a colourful crowd
In the bars of sevilla

In the heat of the bullring
People acclaiming around
The magic flow in his moves
A rose fell to the ground

Una lacrima negra
A little jewel on her face
A seal of the secret might
Deep in her slender grace

Do i know it was real
Or was it just in my mind
When a few hours later
I saw the strangers combined
Some clapping the rythm
The music is breakin’ the chains
Cante palmas baile guitarra
Are setting the bar in flames

Under sparkles of light
They are moving with pride
In a powerful crowd
In the bars of sevilla
Fire and grace
Go with passion and pace
In a colourful crowd
In the bars of sevilla

Under sparkles of light
They are moving with pride
In a powerful crowd
In the bars of sevilla
Fire and grace
Go with passion and pace
In a colourful crowd
In the bars of sevilla

Duende

The bars of sevilla
Fire and grace
Go with passion and pace
In the bars, in the bars of sevilla

Under sparkles of light
They are moving with pride
In a powerful crowd
In the bars of sevilla
Fire and grace
Go with passion and pace
In the bars of sevilla