Paroles et traduction Canto 4 - Alma de Rezabaile

Alma de Rezabaile

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
Al dulce brillo de las estrellas
Bailaba la Telesita
Que era la danza, que era la reina

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

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

Desvelos de las guitarras bajo la luna de sal
Los bombos golpeando leguas, roncos de tanto sonar
El baile quema la fiesta, incendia el patio lunar
En las mudanzas del tiempo transita el polvaderal
Agria se ha vuelto la aloja, la luna se esconde ya
Con la chacarera santiagueña, la fiesta se alegrará

¿Qué busca, la pobrecita?
Tal vez la danza le dé un consuelo
Su pollera, un remolino
Sus pies descalzos, trompos 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

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Han pasado muchos años
Pero mi 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

The Soul of the Rezabaile

The dance has already begun
Over there in Santiago del Estero
The whole jungle reverberates
The sound of a legüero drum

We're celebrating all night long
In the sweet glow of the stars
Telesita danced
She was the dance, she was the queen

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Santiago nights
Fiery, pure nights of silver
The moon over the mountain
Spreads out in brilliant light

Let Telesita dance
Sweet and fragrant like flowers
The country folk cried out
Drunk on love

The guitars' sleepless nights under the salt moon
The drums beating leagues, hoarse from so much playing
The dance burns the celebration, sets the lunar courtyard ablaze
The dust trail travels in the changes of time
The aloja has become bitter, the moon is hiding now
With the Santiago chacarera, the celebration will be happy

What is she looking for, the poor thing?
Maybe the dance will give her some comfort
Her skirt, a whirlwind
Her bare feet, spinning tops of fire

Telesita, Telesita
You have become rain, you have become moon
You have become a flower of the fields
You have become the breeze that perfumes me

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Many years have passed
But my people never forget you
Dancing in the rezabailes
So that your soul continues to burn

Let Telesita dance
Sweet and fragrant like flowers
The country folk cried out
Drunk on love