Tres Golpes
Los Gaiteros de San Jacinto
Three Hits
Three hits, three hits, three hits, just
The dance of Villanueva
Just three hits
Eh, Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le
Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-La-Le-La
Just three hits
When I was little
They gave me panela and cheese
Now that I'm grown up
They hit me with a hard stick
Three hits, three hits, three hits, just
The sound of Villanueva
Just three hits
Eh, Le, Le, Le, Le, Le-Le-Le-Le-Le
Le, Le, La-Le-La-Le-La
Just three hits
When I was little
They gave me panela and coconut
Now that I'm grown up
They hit me with the back of the hand
Three hits, three hits, three hits, just
The dance of Villanueva
Just three hits
Amalia's son cries
Because they don't give him fish
Don't cry, Amalia's son
They're already bringing it grilled
Three hits, three hits, three hits, just
The dance of Villanueva
Just three hits
Eh, Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le
The dance of Villanueva
I only had one shirt
A single pair of pants
Don't be amazed
My hat was the breeze
Three hits, three hits, three hits, just
The dance of Villanueva
Just three hits
Eh, Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le
The country of Villanueva
Your little eyes, your little eyes
Why do they look at me like that?
When they look at me strangely
They're beautiful to me
Three hits, three hits, three hits, just
The dance of Villanueva
Just three hits
When I look at you I remember
When I don't, I forget you
When I look at you again
Come to me, my beloved
Three hits, three hits, three hits, just
The dance of Villanueva
Just three hits
Eh, Le-Le-Le-Le-Le
The country of Villanueva
Eh, Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le
The country of Villanueva
