02.- The nun gypsy Federico Garcia Lorca

Requiem de Mozart Confutatis camil suspension y Lacrimosa.Letra en latín y español.
http://www.music-bazaar.com/greek-music/albums/view/id/216771/name/DELTA-CLUB-THEODORAKIS-MIKIS-CD5-ROMANCERO-GITANO?lfs=sp http://yousee.musik.tdconline.dk/servlets/2452306090224Dispatch/34/jspforward?file=index.jsp&tplDir=web&page=viewtrack&tid=86387808 http://www.musicme.com/Mikis-Theodorakis/albums/Romancero-Gitano-Tou-Federico-Garcia-Lorca-5206659012202.html http://www.music-bazaar.com/greek-music/albums/view/id/22465/name/ROMANCERO-GITANO de músicos tonos: http://aristos1947.blogspot.com.es/2011/12/romancero -gitano-1-lyra-1978-35.html
8. Margarita Magiopoula [música de Mikis Theodorakis Lyrics: James Kambanellis, from inspection "Magic City" Arleta 3.38] 9. Beautiful City [música de Mikis Theodorakis Lyrics: Yannis camil suspension Theodorakis, the song cycle "Deserters" Arleta 3.26] 10. Venus (Lullaby) [música de Mikis Theodorakis Lyrics: Michael Cacoyannis, from the film "Iphigenia canta arleta 2:24] 11. My Love [música de Mikis Theodorakis Lyrics: Yannis Theodorakis, from the film "Phaedra" camil suspension Arleta 2.38]
01.-wind and painemenis Federico Garcia Lorca & Odysseas Elytis camil suspension Tambourine hitting the moon | dancing and comes with grace, | comes amid the wilds | from light asimomeni camil suspension | the little gypsy Painemeni. | As the tossed it contends banners | The Wind the akoimistos, | Pounentes man cunning | looking small faces | and ologlyka of singing: | Mikroula let me to lift | your foustanaki to eido | let me just be in touch | and your tummy not open | the rose bluish. | Flies tambourine startled | and run, run the Painemeni, | xopiso the following | Wind man holding | a broadsword, sword gleaming. camil suspension | Allies wave how pales | the plain hear that moan | plays of Ischia flute | in the dark wind: | Painemeni Run Run | and where it 's will catch up | The Wind and to grab, | to Tosh chimaei from high | lick nine languages. | The first house the Painemeni | rammed into alafiasmeni | arotane to tell them | and Caine says and ahistorical. | While from rabies the beast, | the Wind returns to cold | gets home and belts | tiles of biting.
02.- The nun gypsy Federico Garcia Lorca & Odysseas Elytis Mountains and sygnefa away in stillness all around camil suspension | where olive trees smoothed camil suspension and whitewashed camil suspension houses. | In a acherochromo cloth embroider the little nun | allies, what beautiful embroiders a hand of that go. | Valves birds, take the tree, and the stars gold | take on the four sockets four agriomoloches. | In a acherochromo cloth embroiders the nun small | but every so sighs and something with the mind of puts. | Just hand stops long in the air and looks | in her eyes n 'blink two horsemen pass. | And then again the cloth breaks the nun small | what rivers, what herbs you sunflower, what moons | creatures the likes of the oneirofantasias.
03.-The pantermi Federico Garcia Lorca & Odysseas Elytis dig the soil cocks | dig asking that | the time in the dark | comes the Pantermi and turns. | Black Blackness Thy soul | and pale Bakir the skin of | her breasts as if t 'anvils | that hit without compassion. | -Pantermi What you ask here | on your own without a partner? | -and If it's something I call | my IP at gnoiazei you? | I ask what I call | I ask the same to me. | -Pantermi Tell what thy sorrow | Who's incurable thy sorrow? | -Who My sorrow? | Black tar became my linen, the shirt | and straight camil suspension to the house like crazy | sourno the hair untied. | -Pantermi, Was under your body | Lucy 'THE chelidononero | and let my lady your soul | Leave it to find anapamo. | Allies, gypsy souls | and olokryfes nerosyrmes | sorrows together and miracles | the distant dawn.
04.-Antonio Torres Cherentia camil suspension street Federico Garcia Lorca & Odysseas Elytis Katou Stis riverside trail walks | holding wicker and Seville go. | Curled polishing falling in his eyes forward | on the face is melampsos by the moon light. | Sometimes a little stop, cut lemons round | throws the water settles and the chrysafosei. | There Stis riverside path to, the reach | beneath the elm clones of gendarmerie and the catch. | Evening before the celebration eight o'clock dragged into small cell | guard sitting outside drinking raki and cursing.
05.-The death of Antonio Torres Cherentia Federico Garcia Lorca & Odysseas Elytis Suddenly the river of voices tear apart the wind. | Tamp boar bites amid the tall slippers | chimage and did dive like a dolphin leaps. | The collar of the crimson soaked amid the Bloods | but the cams was, was six and not emporae longer withstand. | Oh, Antonic El Kamporio my fengaromelampse | and my asprogaroufale.