If I have character
A hell of a temperament
Which earned my mother
Worry and torment
br/>It's what I have in my arteries
The tannin and the pigments
Which make the blood of the earth
Like the lava of a volcano
I am the daughter of the wind
Who crosses the mountains
I torment passers-by
By making loincloths fly
I defy all currents
All the stars of plenty
Who pass by dreaming
Of platinum and champagne
If I have character
A hell of a storm ©rament
Which earned my mother
Worry and torment
That's what I got from my father
Passion and infatuation
Who make the cottages quaint
And lovers embrace
I am the daughter of the wind
Who crosses the mountains
To violence against passers-by
Cities and countryside
I distrust convents
And gods wearing loincloths
For I carry in my blood
All the wounds of Spain
If I am whole
And I move forward
Without listening to my father
The warnings
It's that' like my mother
I received when I was born
The light of lightning
The force of the wind
I who am his daughter
I carry madness
From the beauties of Castile
Or from Andalusia
I take after my family
What I am today
I point my banderillas
Faced with the dangers of life
Because I have a temper
This damn character ¨
Who make my father say
That I am his white hair
That I am his white hair

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