Текст и перевод песни Joe Arroyo - Mosaico Lo de La Chula

Mosaico Lo de La Chula

Como se menea la flor de patilla
Así se menea la mujer de Barranquilla
Tamarindo seco, se le caen las hojas
Agua derramada no hay quién la recoja

(Tamarindo seco)
(Se le caen las hojas)
(Agua derramada)
(No hay quién la recoja)

Ventana sobre ventana
Sobre ventana una flor
Sobre la flor, Nicolasa
Sobre Nicolasa el sol

(Tamarindo seco)
(Se le caen las hojas)
(Agua derramada)
(No hay quién la recoja)

Yo no soy de por aquí
Yo soy de tierra morena
Donde canta Chavarri
Y le responden las sirenas

(Tamarindo seco)
(Se le caen las hojas)
(Agua derramada)
(No hay quién la recoja)

En la vuelta de tu casa
Me quieren pedir un velo
Donde dicen que me voy
Sino dicen ya no puedo

(Tamarindo seco)
(Se le caen las hojas)
(Agua derramada)
(No hay quién la recoja)

¡Ay, eh!
Rasca, que rasca
(Con la garrapata)
Ese es un rasca que rasca
(Con la garrapata)
Y como me compongo yo
(Con la garrapata)

Esa fue la garrapata que a Angelita le picó
Y una roncha le dejó
Y ese es su rasca que rasca
Esa fue la garrapata que a Angelita le picó
Y una roncha le dejó
Cómo me compongo yo

¡Ay, eh!
Rasca, que rasca
(Con la garrapata)
Ese es un rasca que rasca
(Con la garrapata)
Y cómo me compongo yo

Ay, pero busca ahí en el suelo
Pa que veas que la encontramos
Y una roncha le dejó
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay

¡Eh!
Rasca que rasca
(Con la garrapata)
Y ese es un rasca que rasca
(Con la garrapata)
Y cómo me compongo yo
(Con la garrapata)
Ese es un rasca que rasca
(Con la garrapata)

Ay, como se menea la flor de patilla
Así se menea la mujer de Barranquilla

Ce, ce, ce
Que yo le toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo lo toco con los pies
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo te toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Ay, que yo lo bailo con los pies

Como se menea la mata en la hamaca
Así se menea la mujer en Santa Marta

Ce, ce, ce
Que yo le toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo lo bailo en un solo pie
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo te toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo lo bailo con los pies

Como se menea la flor de azucena
Así se menea la mujer de Cartagena

Ce, ce, ce
Que yo le toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Ay, que lo bailo en un solo pie
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo te toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Ay, que yo lo bailo en un solo pie

Como se menea la mar a su vela
Así se menea la mujer de Venezuela

Ce, ce, ce
Que yo toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que lo bailo en un solo pie
(Ce, ce, ce)
Ay, que yo te toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo lo bailo en un solo pie

Como se menea la mata 'e melón
Así se menea la mujer de Bocatombo

Ce, ce, ce
Que yo toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que lo bailo en un solo pie
(Ce, ce, ce)
Ay, que yo te toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo lo bailo en un solo pie

Ce, ce, ce
Que yo toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que lo bailo en un solo pie
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo te toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que lo bailo en un solo pie

Ay, como se menea la mata 'e azucena
Así se menea la mujer de Cartagena

Ce, ce, ce
Que yo toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que lo bailo en un solo pie
(Ce, ce, ce)
Que yo te toco el clarinete
(Ce, ce, ce)

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Mosaic The Cool Thing

How the sideburn flower wiggles
This is how the woman of Barranquilla moves
Dry tamarind, the leaves are falling off
Spilled water there is no one to pick it up

(Dried tamarind)
(Leaves are falling off)
(Water spilled)
(There is no one to pick it up)

Window on window
On the window a flower
About the Flower, Nicolasa
About Nicolasa the Sun

(Dried tamarind)
(Leaves are falling off)
(Water spilled)
(There is no one to pick it up)

I'm not from around here
I am from brown earth
Where Chavarri sings
And the sirens answer

(Dried tamarind)
(Leaves are falling off)
(Water spilled)
(There is no one to pick it up)

On the way back from your house
They want to ask me for a veil
Where they say I'm leaving
But they say I can no longer

(Dried tamarind)
(Leaves are falling off)
(Water spilled)
(There is no one to pick it up)

Oh, hey!
Scratch, what a scratch
(With the tick)
That's a scratch that scratches
(With the tick)
And how I compose myself
(With the tick)

That was the tick that bit Angelita
And a welt left him
And that's his scratch that scratches
That was the tick that bit Angelita
And a welt left him
How I compose myself

Oh, hey!
Scratch, what a scratch
(With the tick)
That's a scratch that scratches
(With the tick)
And how I compose myself

Ay, but look there on the ground
So that you can see that we found her
And a welt left him
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay

Hey!
Scratch that scratch
(With the tick)
And that's a scratch that scratches
(With the tick)
And how I compose myself
(With the tick)
That's a scratch that scratches
(With the tick)

Oh, how the sideburn flower wiggles
This is how the woman of Barranquilla moves

Ce, ce, ce
That I play the clarinet for him
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I touch it with my feet
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I play the clarinet for you
(Ce, ce, ce)
Oh, that I dance it with my feet

How she wiggles kills her in the hammock
This is how the woman moves in Santa Marta

Ce, ce, ce
That I play the clarinet for him
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I play the clarinet for you
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it with my feet

How the lily flower moves
This is how the woman of Cartagena moves

Ce, ce, ce
That I play the clarinet for him
(Ce, ce, ce)
Oh, that I dance it on one foot
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I play the clarinet for you
(Ce, ce, ce)
Oh, that I dance it on one foot

As the sea moves under its sail
This is how the woman of Venezuela moves

Ce, ce, ce
That I play the clarinet
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot
(Ce, ce, ce)
Oh, that I play the clarinet for you
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot

How the melon kills 'e wiggles
This is how the woman of Bocatombo wiggles

Ce, ce, ce
That I play the clarinet
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot
(Ce, ce, ce)
Oh, that I play the clarinet for you
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot

Ce, ce, ce
That I play the clarinet
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I play the clarinet for you
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot

Oh, how she wiggles the mata' e azucena
This is how the woman of Cartagena moves

Ce, ce, ce
That I play the clarinet
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I dance it on one foot
(Ce, ce, ce)
That I play the clarinet for you
(Ce, ce, ce)

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