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The Indian Women

Miguel Aceves Mejía

Las Inditas

Oyes indita del alma
Qué bonito es ser casao
Tener hijos y mujer
Pero una cosa he observao
Y es a la hora de comer
Ahí tuerce la puerca el rabo
Y lo vuelve a retorcer

Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción
Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción

Oyes indita del alma
Mi amor es como el conejo
Sentido como el venao
No come zacate viejo
Ni de ese que está trillado
Come zacatito nuevo
De la punta serenado

Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción
Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción

¡Paren música!
Y al pie de un verde limón
Le dije a mi amor state
Ya no siento mi colchón
Lo que siento es mi petate
Y que lo dejé en un rincón
Pa que otro me lo maltrate

Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción
Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción

Oyes indita del alma
Que en una baraja nueva
Te quisiera ver jugar
Dices que tú nunca pierdes
Todo se te va en ganar
A ver si conmigo pierdes
Hasta los modos de andar

Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción
Ahora lindita sí éntrale con calor
Que de guerrero vinimos
Hicimos, “trujimos” esta canción

The Indian Women

Listen, dear Indian woman of the soul
How beautiful it is to be married
To have children and a wife
But one thing I've noticed
Is at mealtime
That's when the pig's tail twists
And twists it again

Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song
Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song

Listen, dear Indian woman of the soul
My love is like the rabbit
Sensitive like the deer
Doesn't eat old grass
Not even the one that's been trampled
Eats fresh little grass
From the tip, serene

Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song
Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song

Stop the music!
And at the foot of a green lemon tree
I told my love to stay
I no longer feel my mattress
What I feel is my mat
And I left it in a corner
So someone else can mistreat it

Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song
Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song

Listen, dear Indian woman of the soul
In a new deck of cards
I would like to see you play
You say you never lose
Everything you have goes into winning
Let's see if you lose with me
Even your way of walking

Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song
Now, my dear, get into it with passion
We came as warriors
We made, we brought this song

Escrita por: Trio Los Porteños