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saw her in the barrioIn the town where the brothers foughtAcross the river from the Moorish MosqueThat the Spanish Christians boughtHer hair was dressed by VespsWoven in the leather windShe grew up int the countryYou could see it in her innocent grinRun Preciosa, Run for loveThe olive trees need rainMemories of your gypsy pastStill ride on the midnight trainYour lover's heart was way too wildYou saw it in his faceYou walk the graveyard with his childIn a veil of Spanish laceThe son of Tony CamborioDrove a souped up Red RenaultWith a muffler rusted as the red wrought ironAround his father's burial vaultThe Civil Guards raise their sleepy headsWhen she spins to watch the car change lanesTho so many years have passedNot that much has changedSongtexteRun Preciosa, Run for loveThe olive trees need rainMemories of your gypsy pastStill ride on the midnight trainYour lover's heart was way too wildYou saw it in his faceYou walk the graveyard with his childIn a veil of Spanish laceThe hours paint the whitewashed wallsIn shadows of Lavender-greyPreciosa counts the ring of bellsFrom the church where the white doves layThe flashing lights of the Civil GuardAround a red renault they flashNot that much has really changed,Tho so much time has passed... Aus Songtexte Mania