Lyrics

[Intro] I think that I've found my way It shines so clear today I've fought and I think I've won God, how good it is to feel the sun I think that I've found my way It shines so clear today I've fought and I think I've won God, how good it is to feel the sun I think that I've found my way Good it is to feel the sun Good it is to feel the sun Sun I've fought and I think I've won Good it is to feel the sun Good it is to feel the sun Sun Sun [Verse 1] There is a legend in Spain That death walked the land in the form of a man With a gypsy woman at his side (Oooh) And it was said That whoever saw them dancing in the town square Would die [Verse 2] Tales of Spain Straightjacket pain and your armour bloodstained as you die Tales of Spain Arabic knife in your side as your life slips away And you cry [Verse 3] Marketplace grain A man selling lice says it's saffron and rice so he lies Marketplace gain A man dies alone from the rotten grain bought for his home And we cry, oh we Cry, cry, cry [Verse 4] Tales of Spain (Tales of Spain) One man grinds up; death claims his fall for his own Oh it's always the same No one can tell you just why they cannot seem to cry Oh they cry [Chorus 1] Ooh baby People and places just go round and round History repeats itself on and on Ooh baby People and places just go round and round History repeats itself on and on Yesterday's blood tomorrow will spill [Bridge] No good crying (Oooh aaah) For the good men who've died No good crying (Oooh aaah) For the good men who've died (Oooh) [Verse 5] Tales of Spain (Tales of Spain) Again and again love is torn from all life there's no end Inquisitional pain Flames light the sky, heretics burn and they die (They never cry) Institutional stain No one can tell you just why they cannot seem to cry [Chorus 2] Ooh baby People and places just go round and round History repeats itself on and on Yesterday's blood tomorrow will spill Ooh baby People and places just go round and round History repeats itself on and on Ooh baby People and places just go round and round History repeats itself on and on Yesterday's blood tomorrow will spill Ooh baby [Outro]