Digo La Telesita
Bruno Arias
I Say La Telesita
Telesita, beautiful woman
My little flower
With a face of horizon
Of rain your heart
They tell of a dancer
Flames in her heart
She was burning wood
A blow of a burn
Then they will bring your name
Dressed in the glittering courtyard
From the mouth of jars
In choirs offer me
Telesita, Telesita
Your tradition is danced
There are seven chacareras
Watered with alcohol
In the wounded men
Your condition was immolated
Messages will be danced
Of sorrow and distress
Magic of nature
And in its instinct it ignited
In a bowl of crazy fire
Your little body fell
Then they will bring your body
Dressed in the glittering courtyard
From the mouth of jars
In choirs offer me
Telesita, Telesita
Your tradition is danced
There are seven chacareras
Watered with alcohol