Ahi Va Chavela

Even death was scared, and didn’t want to take her away
The grim reaper thought: who’s gonna handle Vargas?
But finally, Chavela left, with a big white smile
In her eternal red poncho, and a revolver in her gut

And even though the doc said no, she still took her tequila
In case the fire of hell dried up her life
Clearly meditating on the most uncertain journey
And the inevitable meeting on the Day of the Dead

Here comes Chavela, calm, with a cigarette in her hand
And in the other, holding a well-filled glass
Singing just for fun, singing just to annoy
Defying the uptight, the power, and the evil

There they’ll be toasting, and singing till dawn
Friends from another time, in triumphs and failures
Pancho Villa with Zapata and also María Sabina
Leon Trotsky, Frida Kahlo, and the heroic Macorina

Here comes Chavela, calm, with a cigarette in her hand
And in the other, holding a well-filled glass
Singing just for fun, singing just to annoy
Defying the uptight, the power, and the evil

Here comes Chavela, calm, with a cigarette in her hand
And in the other, holding a well-filled glass of pure emotion

Here comes Chavela, here she comes.