Lyrics and translation La Mare - Ela Samba

Ela Samba

Pasa por un camino lento, precipitao;
Como no sabe qué quiere va de lao a lao.
Comprende del mundo lo que se come a bocaos,
A ratitos de puntillas pá ser menos sonao.

Ella, que sólo espera de la vida una canción para bailarla,
Rienda suelta a sus caderas cada vez que suena la samba;

Sonríe mirando al cielo. Brazos abiertos. Pies descalza.
Y baila, baila, baila, baila
Mientras arde en sus caderas un continente que la extraña.
Y baila, baila, baila, baila;
No conoce otra manera de darle forma a tantas ganas
De vivir, de explotar, de sentir, de amar.
Convertirse en una reina mientras suena su compás
Convertirse en una reina mientras suena su compás
Convertirse en una reina
Mientras suena su compás

Un puñao de cascabeles entre sus pies enredaos
Suenan al pisar al pisar la tierra que no la dejó de lao.
Y es su tierra que la mueve y que la enciende en su tumbao
Y, al bailar, se esfuma el miedo y se olvida lo pasao.

Si pudiera, de alguna manera, devolverte lo que te han quitao
Bailaría esta noche a tu vera
Hasta que llegara el día con su juego acompasao.
No prometo poner remedio a los fantasmas que te hacen temblar,
Pero sí al menos la música y el tempo
Pá que puedas vivir tu vida sin volver a mirar pá atrás.
Y baila, baila, baila, baila...

Mientras arde en sus caderas un continente que la extraña.
Y baila, baila, baila, baila;
No conoce otra manera de darle forma a tantas ganas
De vivir, de explotar, de sentir, de amar.
Convertirse en una reina mientras suena su compás
Convertirse en una reina mientras suena su compás
Convertirse en una reina
Mientras suena su compás
Baila y mientras baila se le llenan los bolsillos de esperanza
En la certeza de que algo cambia
Y en sus huellas queda la marca.
Sabe de este mundo que la aprieta,
Pero se ríe a carcajadas y lo reta;
Mientras siga sonando la samba será suya toda su fuerza.
Y baila, baila, baila, baila
Mientras arde en sus caderas un continente que la extraña.
Y baila, baila, baila, baila;
No conoce otra manera de darle forma a tantas ganas
De vivir, de explotar, de sentir, de amar.
Convertirse en una reina mientras suena su compás
Convertirse en una reina mientras suena su compás
Convertirse en una reina
Mientras suena su compás

She Sambas

He walks a slow path, hasty;
As he doesn't know what he wants, he goes from side to side.
He understands the world in bite-sized pieces,
Sometimes tiptoeing to make less noise.

He, who only expects from life a song to dance to,
Gives free rein to his hips every time the samba plays;

He smiles looking at the sky. Open arms. Barefoot.
And he dances, dances, dances, dances
While a continent that misses him burns in his hips.
And he dances, dances, dances, dances;
He doesn't know any other way to give shape to so many desires
To live, to explode, to feel, to love.
Becoming a king while his rhythm plays
Becoming a king while his rhythm plays
Becoming a king
While his rhythm plays

A fistful of bells tangled between his feet
They sound as he steps on the earth that hasn't let him down.
And it's his land that moves him and ignites him in his grave
And, when he dances, fear fades and the past is forgotten.

If I could, somehow, give you back what they've taken from you
I would dance with you tonight
Until the day arrived with its rhythmic play.
I don't promise to remedy the ghosts that make you tremble,
But at least the music and the tempo
So you can live your life without looking back.
And he dances, dances, dances, dances...

While a continent that misses him burns in his hips.
And he dances, dances, dances, dances;
He doesn't know any other way to give shape to so many desires
To live, to explode, to feel, to love.
Becoming a king while his rhythm plays
Becoming a king while his rhythm plays
Becoming a king
While his rhythm plays
He dances and while he dances his pockets are filled with hope
In the certainty that something changes
And in his footsteps the mark remains.
He knows this world that squeezes him,
But he laughs out loud and challenges it;
As long as the samba keeps playing, all his strength will be his.
And he dances, dances, dances, dances
While a continent that misses him burns in his hips.
And he dances, dances, dances, dances;
He doesn't know any other way to give shape to so many desires
To live, to explode, to feel, to love.
Becoming a king while his rhythm plays
Becoming a king while his rhythm plays
Becoming a king
While his rhythm plays