Lyrics of Cantora De Yala - Esperanza Spalding, Francisco Mela, Aruán Ortiz

Cantora De Yala (original)

Santa Leoncia de Farfn
De la Quebrada de Reyes
Baja a las carpas de Yala
Con setenta aos que tiene
La harina del Carnaval
Le pensamienta las sienes
Cuando sobre el mujero
Su canto finito crece
(Estribillo)
Alegre como pocas
Doa Santa se amanece
El manantial de sus coplas va
Por senderos viejos
El manantial de sus coplas va
Despenando su soledad
No hay una pena de amor
Que por su boca no queme
Ni hay en la carpa baguala
Que por ella no se queje
La chicha al amanecer
En los ojos se le duerme
Hasta que un golpe de caja
Cantando la reverdece

(translation)

Saint Leontia of Farfn
From the Quebrada de Reyes
Go down to the Yala tents
At the age of seventy
The carnival flour
He thinks his temples
When about the woman
Her singing of her finite grows
(Chorus)
Cheerful like few
Doa Santa wakes up
The spring of their couplets goes
along old trails
The spring of their couplets goes
waking up your loneliness
There is no pain of love
That by his mouth does not burn
There is not even baguala in the tent
Don't complain about her
The chicha at dawn
In her eyes she falls asleep
Until a box hit
Singing makes it green