La Reina De La Fiesta
The Queen Of The Party
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
With a guitar and those clicking heels
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
Do not turn me, I feel sick, yes I move
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
With a guitar and those clicking heels
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
Do not turn me, I feel sick, yes I move
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
You don’t need money to be happy
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
From the toreador to the sweeper
For the world, it’s good!
Come, towards the Vaiven Plaza
Ask for Maria Isabel
And feel the fantasy of your heart bend
You see, there is south in my skin
There is a big carnation in my hair
If you want to fallow me, I will bewitch you with my hands
Live for the Flemish art
My people arrive, ole
The queen came, the queen of the party
Moving her hips for the world to dance
The queen came, the queen of the party
With pigtails, I start singing
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
With a guitar and those clicking heels
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
Do not turn me, I feel sick, yes I move
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
You don’t need money to be happy
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
From Ayamonte up to the Pyrenees
For the world, it’s good!
No, I don’t want sarrow nor pain
The evil knife is frightful
Life is full of color
All is so pretty
yes, I love the desires to live
My happy people
Jasmine aromas
I say it to you
Live for the Flemish art
My people arrive, ole
The queen came, the queen of the party
Moving her hips for the world to dance
The queen came, the queen of the party
With pigtails, I start singing
Live for the Flemish art
My people arrive, ole
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
With the comb and a new outfit
Come to the jaleo, jaleo
I don’t not want sarrow
The queen came, the queen of the party
Moving her hips for the world to dance
The queen came, the queen of the party
With pigtails, I start singing
The queen came, the queen of the party
Moving her hips for the world to dance
The queen came, the queen of the party
With pigtails, I start singing
