La Tata
Niña Pastori
The Grandma
She had white hair down to her waist
Her face was beautifully dark
She dressed all in black, very strict
The mourning of the elderly, you know
Sometimes she crossed her hands with a sigh
She broke the silence and talked about her husband
She put her hands back in her apron
Looking for a white silk embroidered handkerchief
My grandma Manuela
Tell me where the wind comes from
Where the wind comes from
That brings me memories
Tell me where the wind comes from
Where the wind comes from
That brings me his kisses
Look how much of a gypsy you are
That the flower in your hair
Plays with the wind
Shepherdess, take care of the girl, don't go out alone
I'll be back in a moment to hang the laundry
She sang old stories, told tales
And was for my family an immense love.
