La Telesita
Los Carabajal
The Telesita
Telesita, the sleeve of the dress
Your little clothes are torn
By the coast of the Salado
Your steps are lost
Don't ask about your love
Because you will never find it
You will seek solace for your pain
In the dance
Through those fields of God
Your heart takes you
Without knowing that your dance
Is just an illusion
Telesita, the sleeve of the dress
Your little clothes are torn
By the coast of the Salado
Your steps are lost
With a dreamy drum
A sentimental violin
And a blind man on the guitar
The dance is about to begin
And so they will see you dancing
Crazy at every dawn
As if immersed in the dance
Deep inside your being
Oh, Telésfora Castillo
Your eyes have no shine
They have lost it in the mountains
Or searching for the horizon
Pray-dance of love
With its music it called
Bare feet under the sun
The Telesita arrived
Your hope is lost
Let her dance and dance
Your chest carries a pain
But she doesn't know how to cry
Poor girl that a bonfire
Burned your little body
And in the night of times
The whole town mourned you
And so they will see you dancing
Crazy at every dawn
As if immersed in the dance
Deep inside your being
