Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alma de Rezabaile, artist - Raly Barrionuevo.
Date of issue: 29.08.2004
Song language: Spanish
Alma de Rezabaile(original) |
El baile ya ha comenzado |
Allá por Santiago del Estero |
Retumba toda la selva |
El repicar de un bombo legüero |
De fiesta toda la noche |
El dulce brillo de las estrellas |
Bailaba la Telesita |
Que era la danza, que era la reina |
Nochecitas santiagueñas |
Ardientes, puras noches de plata |
La luna sobre del monte |
En luz brillante se desparrama |
Que baile la Telesita |
Dulce y fragante como las flores |
Gritaba la paisanada |
Emborrachada de amores |
Que busca la pobrecita |
Tal vez la danza le de un consuelo |
Tu pollera remolino |
Tus pies descalzos, trompo de fuego |
Telesita, Telesita |
Te has vuelto lluvia, te has vuelto luna |
Te has vuelto flor de los campos |
Te has vuelto brisa que me perfuma |
Han pasado muchos años |
Pero tu pueblo nunca te olvida |
Bailando en los rezabailes |
Para que tu alma siga encendida |
Que baile la Telesita |
Dulce y fragante como las flores |
Gritaba la paisanada |
Emborrachada de amores |
(translation) |
The dance has already started |
There by Santiago del Estero |
The whole jungle rumbles |
The ringing of a legüero bass drum |
partying all night |
The sweet shine of the stars |
The telesita danced |
That was the dance, that was the queen |
Santiago nights |
Hot, pure silver nights |
The moon over the mountain |
In bright light it scatters |
Let the Telesita dance |
sweet and fragrant like flowers |
the peasantry shouted |
drunk with love |
What is the poor thing looking for? |
Maybe the dance will give him some consolation |
Your swirl skirt |
Your bare feet, top of fire |
Telesite, Telesite |
You have become rain, you have become moon |
You have become a flower of the fields |
You have become a breeze that perfumes me |
It has been many years |
But your people never forget you |
Dancing in the rezabailes |
So that your soul remains on |
Let the Telesita dance |
sweet and fragrant like flowers |
the peasantry shouted |
drunk with love |