La Bruja
Paula Hermosin
The Witch
Oh, how beautiful it is to fly
At 2 in the morning
At 2 in the morning
Oh, how beautiful it is to fly, oh, mama
To fly and let yourself fall
Into the arms of a lady
Oh, how beautiful it is to fly
At 2 in the morning, oh, mama
The witch grabs me
She takes me to her house
She turns me into a flowerpot
And a pumpkin
The witch grabs me
She takes me to the little hill
She turns me into a flowerpot
And a little squash
Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me
How many little creatures have you sucked up?
None, none, none, I don't know
I'm aiming to suck you up
Oh, a woman scared me
I was flying in the air
I was flying in the air
Oh, a woman scared me, oh, mama
So I asked her
Who she was looking for
She said: 'who are you?'
I'm a huapango singer, oh, mama
Hide, Chepa
Hide, Juana
Because there's the witch
Under the bed
Hide, Chepa
Hide, Jova
Because there goes the witch
Flying on her broom
Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me
How many little creatures have you sucked up?
None, none, none, I don't know
I'm aiming to suck you up
