Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Copla / Vals de la Quebrada , by - Perotá Chingó. Release date: 24.03.2014
Song language: Spanish
La Copla / Vals de la Quebrada(original) |
| Hagan redonda la rueda |
| Y echen coplas a la vuelta |
| Y no se anden enredando |
| Como madejas en cuenca |
| Como pega el viento norte |
| El aura se me repliega |
| Como la cabra en el cerro |
| Va ella cargando una pena |
| Cantos de amaicha querida |
| Clavas en mi una espina |
| Va ella subiendo los cerros |
| Va contemplando los ríos |
| Va comprendiendo los sueños |
| Piedra rueda cuesta abajo |
| Piedra amiga de mi arroyo |
| Que lindas tus mañanitas |
| De rocio y pasos cortos |
| Te dibujaré en la tierra |
| Pa' no olvidar tu mirada |
| Traigo enrredada en el alma |
| Una flor de tus mañanas |
| Canto vengo río abajo |
| Esperame en la quebrada |
| Traigo dulce traigo abrazo |
| Traigo el canto de los pájaros |
| Ooh uoh, ooh uoh |
| Ya me estoy volviendo norte |
| Mi agua viene cuesta abajo |
| Hermana soy de los vientos |
| Miro la montaña y canto |
| Ooh uoh, ooh uoh |
| Y traigo el canto de los pájaros |
| Ooh uoh, ooh uoh |
| (translation) |
| make the wheel round |
| And throw couplets around |
| And don't get entangled |
| Like skeins in a basin |
| How the north wind hits |
| The aura falls back on me |
| Like the goat on the hill |
| She is carrying a penalty |
| Songs of amaicha dear |
| You stick a thorn in me |
| She goes up the hills |
| She goes contemplating the rivers |
| She understands the dreams |
| stone rolls downhill |
| Stone friend of my stream |
| How beautiful are your mornings? |
| Of spray and short steps |
| I will draw you on the ground |
| To not forget your look |
| I bring entangled in the soul |
| A flower of your mornings |
| I sing I come down the river |
| Wait for me at the creek |
| I bring sweet I bring hug |
| I bring the song of the birds |
| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |
| I'm already going north |
| My water is coming downhill |
| Sister I am of the winds |
| I look at the mountain and I sing |
| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |
| And I bring the song of the birds |
| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |