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.
The Grandma
She had white hair down to her waist
Her face was beautifully dark
She dressed all in black, very strict
The mourning of the elderly, you know
Sometimes she crossed her hands with a sigh
She broke the silence and talked about her husband
She put her hands back in her apron
Looking for a white silk embroidered handkerchief
My grandma Manuela
Tell me where the wind comes from
Where the wind comes from
That brings me memories
Tell me where the wind comes from
Where the wind comes from
That brings me his kisses
Look how much of a gypsy you are
That the flower in your hair
Plays with the wind
Shepherdess, take care of the girl, don't go out alone
I'll be back in a moment to hang the laundry
She sang old stories, told tales
And was for my family an immense love.