Paroles et traduction Omar Chaparro - La chula

La chula

Ahora sí ponganse de pie todo el mundo
Esta va dedicada pa todas las chulas
Y chuladas
Que les gusta bailar
Pero con la banda mi gente
La chula tiene un encanto felino
Cuerpo mulato divino
Dieciseis años de edad
Y dicen que es mitad santa o demente
Que es diferente a la gente
Se rie del que diran
Comentan ay! Por favor mire usted!
Murmuran ay! Por favor fijese!
La chula da a cada cual su poquito
Te habla al oido bajito
Sabe como enamorar
Y todo ese misterio que tiene la chula
Los hombres se preguntan ¿ para quien sera?
Su piel y su cintura si las diera a otra
Preguntan las mujeres ¿ para quien sera?
El brillo de sus ojos, su color de pelo
Preguntan las sirenas ¿ para quien sera?
Que si un poco de amor cayera de sus manos
Y nadie supo nunca para quien sera...
Ay! Virgen santa... ay! san Jose...
Ay virgen santa!, Ay san José, Ahi va la chula, Ay! mire usted!
La chula baila a su ritmo el destino
Lee tu futuro en la arena y en caracolas de mar
Preciso que su paisaje es tan tierno
Que paraiso e infierno la mano en ellas se dan
Comentan ay! Por favor mire usted!
Murmuran ay! Por favor fijese!
Sonriendo va con su estela dejando
Suave perfume de mango, brisa de flor tropical
Y todo ese misterio que tiene la chula
Los hombres se preguntan ¿ para quien sera?
Su piel y su cintura si las diera a otra
Preguntan las mujeres ¿ para quien sera?
El brillo de sus ojos, su color de pelo
Preguntan las sirenas ¿ para quien sera?
Que si un poco de amor cayera de sus manos
Y nadie supo nunca para quien sera...
Ay! Virgen santa... ay! san Jose...
Ahi va la chula, Ay! San José!
La chula, caramba!. Caramba, la chula!
La chula, caramba!. Caramba, la chula!
La chula la del encanto felino
Cuerpo mulato divino un dia no aparecio
Y cuentan que algun poder sobrehumano
La convirtio en una estrella
Y al firmamento subio
Y todo ese misterio que tiene la chula
Los hombres se preguntan ¿ para quien sera?
Su piel y su cintura si las diera a otra
Preguntan las mujeres ¿ para quien sera?
El brillo de sus ojos, su color de pelo
Preguntan las sirenas ¿ para quien sera?
¿ Para quien sera? ¿ para quien sera? ¿ para quien sera?
Ay! Virgen santa... ay! san Jose...
Ahi va la chula, Ay! mire usted!
(Ay! Virgen santa!... ay! san Jose!
Hay va la chula... ay! mire usted)

The beautiful one

Now everybody, get on your feet
This one's dedicated to all the beautiful women
And beauties
Who like to dance
But with the band, my people
The beautiful one has a feline charm
Divine mulatto body
Sixteen years old
And they say she's half saint, half crazy
That she's different from other people
She laughs at those who say
They comment, "Oh! Look at her, please!"
They murmur, "Oh! Pay attention!"
The beautiful one gives a little bit of herself to everyone
She speaks softly in your ear
She knows how to make you fall in love
And all that mystery that the beautiful one has
The men ask themselves, "Who will she be for?"
Her skin and her waist, if she gave them to another
The women ask, "Who will she be for?"
The sparkle in her eyes, her hair color
The sirens ask, "Who will she be for?"
If a little bit of love fell from her hands
And nobody ever knew who she would be for...
Oh! Holy Virgin... oh! Saint Joseph...
Oh, Holy Virgin! Oh, Saint Joseph, there goes the beautiful one, Oh! Look at her!
The beautiful one dances to the rhythm of destiny
She reads your future in the sand and in seashells
Precisely because her landscape is so tender
That paradise and hell shake hands in her
They comment, "Oh! Look at her, please!"
They murmur, "Oh! Pay attention!"
Smiling, she goes leaving her trail
A soft mango perfume, a tropical flower breeze
And all that mystery that the beautiful one has
The men ask themselves, "Who will she be for?"
Her skin and her waist, if she gave them to another
The women ask, "Who will she be for?"
The sparkle in her eyes, her hair color
The sirens ask, "Who will she be for?"
If a little bit of love fell from her hands
And nobody ever knew who she would be for...
Oh! Holy Virgin... oh! Saint Joseph...
There goes the beautiful one, Oh! Saint Joseph!
The beautiful one, wow!. Wow, the beautiful one!
The beautiful one, wow!. Wow, the beautiful one!
The beautiful one, the one with the feline charm
Divine mulatto body, one day she disappeared
And they say that some supernatural power
Turned her into a star
And she rose to the firmament
And all that mystery that the beautiful one has
The men ask themselves, "Who will she be for?"
Her skin and her waist, if she gave them to another
The women ask, "Who will she be for?"
The sparkle in her eyes, her hair color
The sirens ask, "Who will she be for?"
Who will she be for? Who will she be for? Who will she be for?
Oh! Holy Virgin... oh! Saint Joseph...
There goes the beautiful one, Oh! Look at her!
(Oh! Holy Virgin!... oh! Saint Joseph!
There goes the beautiful one... oh! Look at her)