Las Isabeles
Banda Matador
The Isabels
And from the lagoon... Fierro up to
The Sierra de Durango!
From the heart of a palm tree
The Isabels were born
Slim-waisted
And with a joyful heart
Passing by a little stream
In the shade of a laurel tree
She gathered golden hair
Where Isabel combed
Come, darling, come
You will enter my heart
With all that you tell me
There is no satisfaction
How beautiful lips you have
Lips the color of an apple
If you were to correspond to me
I would taste you tomorrow
How beautiful teeth you have
Teeth the color of mother-of-pearl
I would marry you
First in a civil ceremony
This is the song, the song of Isabel
As lovely as a rose
As beautiful as a carnation
