A Meiga
Na pequena aldea
Había unha nena
Que polos seus ollos
Os vellos e mozos
Chamábanlle a meiga.
Tódolos rapaces
Iban detrás dela,
E todos querían,
E todos querían
Casarse con ela.
Pero a meiga non quixo a ningún
E quedouse solteira.
Naide sabe si non poido amar
Ou non quixo ela.
Pero os anos pasaron axiña
E foise a beleza.
Ten a cara cheiña de arrugas
E chamanlle a meiga.
E chámanlle a bruxa,
A bruxa e a meiga.
Os rapaces traviesos do pobo
Cando corren detrás dela.
Moitas nais pra asustar aos seus fillos
Din que van chamar a meiga.
Contáronme as vellas
Que cando era moza
Pasábase as horas
Na beira da praia
Falando coas ondas.
Din que tuvo amores
Con un mariñeiro
Que saleu do mare
Cantando entre as ondas
Nas noites de inverno.
Pero a meiga non quixo a ningún
E quedouse solteira.
Naide sabe si non poido amar
Ou non quixo ela.
Pero os anos pasaron axiña
E foise a beleza.
Ten a cara cheiña de arrugas
E chamanlle a meiga.
E chámanlle a bruxa,
A bruxa e a meiga.
Os rapaces traviesos do pobo
Cando corren detrás dela.
Moitas nais pra asustar aos seus fillos
Din que van chamar a meiga.
Os rapaces traviesos do pobo
Cando corren detrás dela.
Moitas nais pra asustar aos seus fillos
Din que van chamar a meiga.
Lai,lai,lai,laira,lai,laira, lai, lai,lai, lai, ...
The Witch
In the small village
There was a girl
That through her eyes
The old and young
Called her the witch.
All the boys
Were after her,
And all wanted,
And all wanted
to marry her.
But the witch didn't want anyone
And remained single.
No one knows if she couldn't love
Or didn't want to.
But the years passed quickly
And beauty faded.
Her face full of wrinkles
And they call her the witch.
And they call her the witch,
The witch and the witch.
The mischievous boys of the town
When they run after her.
Many mothers to scare their children
Say they will call the witch.
The old women told me
That when she was young
She spent hours
By the seashore
Talking to the waves.
They say she had loves
With a sailor
Who came from the sea
Singing among the waves
On winter nights.
But the witch didn't want anyone
And remained single.
No one knows if she couldn't love
Or didn't want to.
But the years passed quickly
And beauty faded.
Her face full of wrinkles
And they call her the witch.
And they call her the witch,
The witch and the witch.
The mischievous boys of the town
When they run after her.
Many mothers to scare their children
Say they will call the witch.
The mischievous boys of the town
When they run after her.
Many mothers to scare their children
Say they will call the witch.
Lai, lai, lai, laira, lai, laira, lai, lai, lai, lai, ...