De Allá Abajo
Abuela Coca
From Down There
They were walking, their sixties shining bright
Wandering, they laughed
January sixth, a beautiful night if there ever was one
They say he was always there
Following them, bringing them together, the drums were calling
And they knew he was coming down to celebrate today
Moonlit night, her face reflecting the sea
With her tenderness, she tells me melodies
Listen, here he comes, there he goes
Don’t slow down, we’ve arrived
The neighborhood’s in celebration, look who’s coming
She’s dancing in
Smiles pointing to the beyond
Ahiaiaia
Ahia ie
The beautiful pink moon strolls over the island of flowers
Today, their drums are echoing
San Baltasar is coming to celebrate
Moonlit night, her face reflecting the sea
A neighborhood waiting, colors intertwining
Look at the Sunday-goer, off to the party
Cuareim is calling, Palermo is ringing, more can be heard.
They sound so good, coming from the sky to celebrate.
Prince Charming, wake up, look, the old lady’s out to dance.
February is near, the saints are spinning around
They’re here, no one’s leaving.
Ahiaia
Ahia ie
Time stops, everything falls asleep
And your smile can get to me
The wheel spins, spins and traps me
Far away, the drums are commanding.
