Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Tata, artist - Niña Pastori. Date of issue: 25.11.2021
Song language: Spanish
La Tata(original) |
| Tenía el pelo blanco por la cintura |
| Su cara era morena con hermosura |
| Bestía de negro entero era rigurosa |
| El luto de las ancianas ustedes saben |
| A veces cruzaba las manos con un suspiro |
| Rompia el silencio y hablava de su mario |
| Volvía a meterse la mano en la faldiquera |
| Buscaba un pañuelo blanco bordao de seda |
| Mi tata Manuela, mi tata Manuela |
| Y mi tata Manuela, ay, ay |
| Dime donde viene el aire, donde viene el aire |
| Que me tre recuerdos, dime donde viene el aire |
| Donde viene el aire que me trae sus besos |
| Mira que gitanita eres que la flor de tu pelo |
| Con el aire se entretiene.(x2) |
| Pastora cuida a la niña no salga sola |
| Que yo voy un momentito a tender la ropa |
| Cantaba viejas historias, contaba cuentos |
| Y fué para mi familia un amor inmenso |
| Mi tata Manuela, mi tata Manuela |
| Y mi tata Manuela, ay, ay |
| Mira que gitanita eres que la flor de tu pelo |
| Con el aire se entretiene.(x3) |
| Dime donde viene el aire, donde viene el aire |
| Que me tre recuerdos, dime donde viene el aire |
| Donde viene el aire que me trae sus besos.(x4) |
| (translation) |
| He had white hair down to his waist |
| Her face was beautifully brown |
| Whole black beast was rigorous |
| The mourning of the old women you know |
| She sometimes she crossed her hands with a sigh |
| She broke the silence and talked about her husband |
| She put her hand back in her pocket |
| She was looking for a white embroidered silk handkerchief |
| My tata Manuela, my tata Manuela |
| And my tata Manuela, oh, oh |
| Tell me where the air comes from, where the air comes from |
| Give me memories, tell me where the air comes from |
| Where does the air come from that brings me its kisses |
| Look how little gypsy you are, the flower in your hair |
| With the air he entertains himself.(x2) |
| Pastora takes care of the girl, she does not go out alone |
| That I'm going for a moment to hang out the clothes |
| She sang old stories, she told tales |
| And it was an immense love for my family |
| My tata Manuela, my tata Manuela |
| And my tata Manuela, oh, oh |
| Look how little gypsy you are, the flower in your hair |
| With the air he entertains himself. (x3) |
| Tell me where the air comes from, where the air comes from |
| Give me memories, tell me where the air comes from |
| Where does the air come from that brings me her kisses (X4) |