Текст и перевод песни Niña Pastori - La Tata

La Tata

Tenia el pelo blanco por la cintura
Su cara era morena con hermosura
Vestía de negro entero era riguroso
El luto de las ancianas ustedes sabes.
A veces cruzaba las manos con un suspiro
Rompía el silencio y hablaba de su mario
Vovia a meterse las manos en la faldiquera
Buscaba un pañuelo blanco bordao de seda.
Mi tata manuela.

Dime donde viene el aire
Donde viene el aire
Que me traen recuerdos.
Dime donde viene el aire
Donde viene el aire
Que me traen sus besos.

Mira que gitana eres
Que la flor de tu pelo
Con el aire se entretiene.
Pastora cuida a la niña que no salga sola
Que yo voy un momentito a tender la ropa
Cantaba viejas historias contaba cuentos
Y fue para mi familia un amor inmenso.

La Tata

She had white hair down to her waist
Her face was dark with beauty
She dressed in black, it was rigorous
The mourning of the elderly, you know
Sometimes she would cross her hands with a sigh
She would break the silence and talk about her husband
She would put her hands back in her pocket
She would look for a white handkerchief embroidered with silk
My nanny Manuela

Tell me where the wind comes from
Where does the wind come from
That brings me memories
Tell me where the wind comes from
Where does the wind come from
That brings me your kisses

Look how beautiful you are, my gypsy
That the flower in your hair
With the wind it entertains
Shepherdess, take care of the girl that she does not go out alone
That I am going for a moment to hang the clothes
She would sing old stories, she would tell tales
And she was an immense love for my family