Do not look for anything faster.
Do not look for anything stronger.
Under the cloak of happiness
It brings us magical sound.
The sound that carries the wind as a desert sand.
The sound that the summer day brings to the fall of the night.
In the gloomy autumn he brings spring breath.
The breath that raises us between heaven and earth.
A breath that lasts as an eternal music.
Music of millions that becomes an endless day.
Good afternoon, my dear.
This is Pako De Lucia.
This is Tango Flamenco.
22.10.2011.
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Muzika miliona (Dobar dan)
Nemoj tražiti ništa brže.
Nemoj tražiti ništa jače.
Pod plaštom sreće
nosi nas čarobni zvuk.
Zvuk koji nosi kao vjetar pustinjski pjesak.
Zvuk koji ljetni dan donosi jesenjoj noći.
U sumornu jesen on unosi proljeća dah.
Dah koji nas diže između neba i zemlje.
Dah koji traje kao vječna muzika.
Muzika miliona koja postaje beskrajni dan.
Dobar dan, mila moja.
Ovo je Pako De Lusia.
Ovo je Tango Flamenko.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem