La Bruja
Salma Hayek
The Witch
Oh, how beautiful it is to fly
At two in the morning
At two in the morning
And oh, how beautiful it is to fly, oh, mama
To fly and let yourself fall
Into the arms of your sister
Into the arms of your sister
And I even feel like crying
The witch grabs me
Takes me to the barracks
Turns me into a pot
Feeds me
The witch grabs me
Takes me to the little hill
Sits me on her lap
Gives me little kisses
Oh tell me, oh tell me, oh tell me
How many little creatures have you sucked dry?
None, none, none, don't you see
I'm aiming to suck you dry?
And now, damn witch
You've sucked my son dry
You've sucked my son dry
And now, damn witch
And now you're going to suck
Your husband's belly button
Your husband's belly button
And now you're going to suck
The witch grabs me
Takes me to her house
Turns me into a pot
And a pumpkin
The witch grabs me
Takes me to the little hill
Sits me on her lap
Gives me little kisses
Oh tell me, oh tell me, oh tell me
How many little creatures have you sucked dry?
None, none, none, don't you see
I'm aiming to suck you dry?
