Текст и перевод песни Jesus Vasquez - Sacachispas

Sacachispas

Marinera con su bien ceviche, con sus limones; para mi paisano el chivato Quiñones
La jarana va empezar al golpe a un buen cajón, salgan todos a bailar y ajustense el pantalón
Saca Cholo chispas del suelo, si, agitando el blanco pañuelo, no
Marinera de mi tierra como tu no hay nada igual, en Costa, montaña y Sierra; es la más tradicional
Saca Cholo chispas del suelo, si, agitando el blanco pañuelo, no
Marinera de mi tierra que se baila hasta en el cielo
Marinera a golpe de cajón que canta con emoción; Jesús Vásquez, reina y señora de nuestra criolla canción.
Buena compadre, Lázaro Tello
Y don Rafael Lopu y las alforjas de Monsefu
Marinera pa bailarla sin zapatos
La jarana va empezar al golpe a un buen cajón, salgan todos a bailar y ajustense el pantalón
Saca Cholo chispas del suelo, si, agitando el blanco pañuelo, no
Marinera de mi tierra como tu no hay nada igual, en Costa, montaña y Sierra; es la más tradicional
Saca Cholo chispas del suelo, si, agitando el blanco pañuelo, no
Marinera de mi tierra que se baila hasta en el cielo

Flames

Marinated fish with your very own ceviche, with your lemons; for my compatriot, the goat Quiñones
The jarana will begin to the beat of a good drum, come out everyone to dance and adjust your pants
Get out there, Cholo, light up the floor, yes, waving your white handkerchief, right?
Marinated fish from my land like nothing else, on the Coast, mountains and the Highlands; it's the most traditional
Get out there, Cholo, light up the floor, yes, waving your white handkerchief, right?
Marinated fish from my land that is even danced in heaven
Marinated fish to the beat of the drum that sings with emotion; Jesús Vásquez, king and queen of our traditional Peruvian song.
Good, my friend, Lázaro Tello
And don Rafael Lopu and the saddlebags of Monsefu
Marinated fish is danced to without shoes
The jarana will begin to the beat of a good drum, come out everyone to dance and adjust your pants
Get out there, Cholo, light up the floor, yes, waving your white handkerchief, right?
Marinated fish from my land like nothing else, on the Coast, mountains and the Highlands; it's the most traditional
Get out there, Cholo, light up the floor, yes, waving your white handkerchief, right?
Marinated fish from my land that is even danced in heaven