paroles de chanson My Shawl - Caterina Valente

In some Cuban town you stop
Watching an old maker of shawls
A quaint little man where gay coloured bazaar
Stands near the wharves
He smiles through his beard
And spins heavenly dreams for every maid
A shawl in his hand his call reaches their hearts
As they parade

My shawl pretty lady
Try it on you
Buy my shawl spun in magic wishes come true
It's glory weaves a story of love
Dreams old but new
My shawl brings a romance
Maybe for you
Maybe for you.