Текст и перевод песни Guadiana - Vinando Canastas (Rumba)

Vinando Canastas (Rumba)

De noche no duermo me quedo pensando en ese momento
Que la vi bailando, con ese vestio rojo tan flamenco.
Ese mantonsillo verde de lunares va con mi pañuelo
Derramaba arte, puro sentimiento.

La noche pasaba, ella me gustaba su carita mora
Me enamoraba. Yo ser reina musulmana.
No me aguanté y la saque a bailar, ella bailó
Conmigo y de madruga, hablando nos conocimos
Entre copitas de mas, le confensé mi cariño sin
Lache ninguna le empecé a contar.

No tengo riqueza, tampoco dinero pa darte
Un corazon sano, de puro canastero y herrante
Me busco la vida como me enseñaron.
Vendiendo en la calle vareta, canastas y pañuelos gitanos.

Me paso la semana vinando, vinando, vinando
Vinando y haciendo canasta desde muy temprano.
Con la luna me despierto vinando y vinando. Esa misma mañana una gitana ami me leyo la mano
Donde me decía, esa noche sin duda se habia enamorado.
Que gran coincidencia haber cruzao la puerta
Ya me lo intuía, namas ver su cara vi que era
Verda lo que esa gitana a mi me decía.

La noche pasaba, ella me gustaba su carita mora
Me enamoraba. Yo ser reina musulmana.

No tengo riqueza, tampoco dinero pa darte
Un corazon sano, de puro canastero y herrante
Me busco la vida como me enseñaron.
Vendiendo en la calle vareta, canastas y pañuelos gitanos.

Me paso la semana vinando, vinando, vinando
Vinando y haciendo canasta desde muy temprano.
Con la luna me despierto vinando y vinando.

Weaving Baskets (Rumba)

At night I can't sleep, thinking about the moment
When I saw you dancing, in your beautiful red flamenco dress.
Your green polka dot shawl matches my bandana
You expressed your art with pure feelings.

The night went by, I admired your pretty brown face
I fell in love. You're my Muslim queen.
I couldn't hold back and asked you to dance, you danced
With me and in the early morning, we got to talk
Over a few drinks, I confessed my love for you
Without hesitation, I poured my heart out to you.

I'm not rich, nor do I have money to give you
I have a healthy heart, of a pure and wandering basket weaver
I make my living as I was taught.
Selling brooms, baskets and gypsy shawls on the street.

I spend the week weaving, weaving, weaving
Weaving and making baskets since the break of dawn.
I wake up under the moonlight weaving and weaving. That same morning a gypsy read my palm
She told me that by that night I would certainly have fallen in love.
What a coincidence that I walked through the door
I already had a feeling just by looking at your face that
What the gypsy told me was true.

The night went by, I admired your pretty brown face
I fell in love. You're my Muslim queen.

I'm not rich, nor do I have money to give you
I have a healthy heart, of a pure and wandering basket weaver
I make my living as I was taught.
Selling brooms, baskets and gypsy shawls on the street.

I spend the week weaving, weaving, weaving
Weaving and making baskets since the break of dawn.
I wake up under the moonlight weaving and weaving.