La Gazpacha. La Repompa. La Taia Concha

Le le le le le
Le le le le la (x2)

They baptized, they baptized
a Moorish woman and brought her to Spain,
and brought her to Spain.
Oh in the baptismal font, oh in the baptismal font
They named her Candelaria, they named her Candelaria.
You stand in front of me,
in case I fall back...

Push the swing, push the swing,
push the swing now (x2)

Mommy mommy I don't want that,
mommy mommy I don't want that,
mommy mommy I don't want anything,
mommy mommy I don't want anything,
I want you to come see me
of your own free will,
of your own free will...

Oh to the bimbombera flowers of
the field I go with her (x2)

Oh I thought I had picked the orange and the orange blossom,
with making firewood from the trunk I had to settle,
with making firewood from the trunk I had to settle.

Oh sighs from the heart come out
burning from my chest,
and they go to rest,
and they go to rest where, where
I have the most loves...

And you, and you who passed slowly
the clock hands;
and you, and you turn around quickly
as the clock does...

To see my mother I would give a finger
of my little hand, nothing else...

Oh a lere, and a lere, and a lere, and a lere,
with the eyes of my child I will light up,
with the eyes of my child I will light up (x4)