| I'm going to ask for your hand
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| love must be given to drink
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| I'm going to cut a bouquet (of) clouds
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| to wet your love
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| I'm going down the yayales
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| in a yagua of tulle
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| I'm going to paint the springs
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| with blue sky oil paintings
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| I'm going to turn on your little darling
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| like cocuyo in the sea
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| and I'm going to make you a wedding dress
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| with banana leaves
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| He comes to ask for my hand, he comes
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| let's (s) sound some sticks
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| pa (ra) that he loves me forever
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| May his love be true, oh!
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| so that he loves me, oh!
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| He comes to ask for my hand, he comes
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| we are going to sound some sticks
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| so that he loves me forever
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| To light my star
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| so that he loves me, oh!
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| he comes to ask for my hand, he comes
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| And when I have your permission
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| I'm going to fly north to south
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| to look up (d) the pine
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| the nest you want
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| I'm going to turn on your little darling
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| like cocuyo in the sea
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| and I'm going to make you a wedding dress
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| with banana leaves
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| And caress you in the morning
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| and cover you with the sun
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| and undress the pigeon peas
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| to feed love
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| He comes to ask for my hand, he comes
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| we are going to sound some sticks
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| so that he loves me forever
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| May his love be true, oh!
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| so that he loves me, oh!
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| He comes to ask for my hand, he comes
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| we are going to sound some sticks
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| so that he loves me forever
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| To light my star
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| so that he loves me, oh!
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| he comes to ask for my hand, he comes
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| hey! |