A la refalosa, mi alma

(Version and arrangement of the folklore of Matilde Baeza)

How many times does the moon turn,
how many times does the sun,
how many times do men turn
when they have love.

To the refalosa, my soul,
to the refalosa, of course.
To the refalosa, oh yes,
to the refalosa, oh no.

I’m gonna make a dress
in the color of feeling
with buttons of forgetfulness
and fabric of regret.

I’ll make a little boat
of clay and sand
to take the boys
who are with other girls.