Los Hielos
Pascuala Ilabaca
The Ices
The suns are melting
And the ices are melting
Old mama
I was born from your elements
Artichoke heart
And sweet cherimoya, I have
I have!
I'm not at three thousand feet
And I see the blue giant
From the sky, I have
The southern star on my forehead..
Don't let them burn you
Don't let them dry you
Don't let them chop you
Don't let them break you
Or infect you,
Old mama
Dance the sincere cueca
In the depths of my love
I just want your warmth
To tickle me!
Don't ask me for so much
You eat me like a rose
Give me, give me your water
I want it drop by drop
This is the sincere cueca
Take it as you want
True fever!
This is the sincere cueca
Take it as you want
True fever!
