"Pasión"
(Passion)
Roberto Arce - Pasión Acevedo
Tambito

I take to you in the chest (breast) as a perlita cat,
That were adoring the Indians when the light of the dawn was born
They were singing to you in a rustic cabin
Since your father was an old troubadour of the mountain.

Buzzes that buzzes marimba in my heart
Though there break the keys that belong to thin coyol. (Bis)

When you were very small and playful there in the mess
You were spoilt by the Indians who loved you so much, so much.
Your songs were born in the cups of the field
And today they stroll around happy in the sacrosanct orb.

Buzzes that buzzes …

I take you in the soul virgencita dreamy
You were left by your father who if you were sinful.
It (He,She) left you without baptism betraying your illusion,
And because of it they have given the sweet name of passion

Buzzes that buzzes ...

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