Текст и перевод песни Estrella Morente & Enrique Morente - La Gazpacha / La Repompa / La Tía Concha

La Gazpacha / La Repompa / La Tía Concha

Le le le le le
Le le le le la .

Ay bautizaron, bautizaron
A una mora y a España se la trajeron,
Y a España se la trajeron.
Ay en la pila, ay en la pila del bautismo
Candelaria le pusieron, Candelaria le pusieron.
Tú te colocas y en frente de mi,
Que por si acaso yo me caigo pa trás...

Empújale el columpio, empújale el columpio,
Empújale el columpio ya .

Mamá mamá no quiero eso,
Mamá mamá no quiero eso,
Mamá mamá no quiero na,
Mamá mamá no quiero na,
Que quiero que vengas a verme
De tu propia voluntad,
De tu propia voluntad...

Ay a la bimbombera flores del
Campo me voy con ella .

Ay yo pensé haber cogio la naranja y el azahar,
Con hacer leña del tronco me tuve que conformar,
Con hacer leña del tronco me tuve que conformar.

Ay suspiros del corazón salid
De mi pecho ardiendo,
Y se van a descansar,
Y se van a descansar donde, donde
Más amores tengo...

Y vos, y vos que despacito pasaba
Las manillas del reloj;
Y vos, y vos darte la vuelta ligero
Como se la dá el reloj...

Por ver a mi mare diera un deito
De la mía manita que otra cosa no sea...

Ay un lere, y un lere, y un lere, y un lere,
Con los ojos de mi niño yo me alumbraré,
Con los ojos de mi niño yo me alumbraré .

La Gazpacha / La Repompa / La Tía Concha

Le le le le le
Le le le le la .

My darling, they baptized, they baptized
A Moorish woman and they brought her to Spain
And they brought her to Spain.
My darling, in the baptismal font
They named her Candelaria, they named her Candelaria.
You place yourself right in front of me
Just in case I fall backwards...

Push the swing, push the swing
Push the swing now .

My love, my love, I don't want that
My love, my love, I don't want that
My love, my love, I don't want anything,
My love, my love, I don't want anything,
I want you to come and see me
On your own accord
On your own accord...

My darling, to the bimbombera flowers of
The countryside I go with her.

My darling, I thought I had picked
The orange and the orange blossom
But I had to make firewood from the trunk.

My darling, the heart's sighs go out
From my burning chest
And they go to rest
And they go to rest where, where
I have more lovers...

And you, and you who used to pass so slowly
The hands of the clock;
And you, and you who would turn around quickly
Just like the clock does...

To see my mother I would give a finger
Of my hand instead of anything else...

My darling, a lere, a lere, a lere, a lere
With the eyes of my child I will light up
With the eyes of my child I will light up .