Digo La Telesita

Telesita, beautiful woman
My little flower
With a face of horizon
Of rain your heart

They tell of a dancer
Flames in her heart
She was burning wood
A blow of a burn

Then they will bring your name
Dressed in the glittering courtyard
From the mouth of jars
In choirs offer me

Telesita, Telesita
Your tradition is danced
There are seven chacareras
Watered with alcohol

In the wounded men
Your condition was immolated
Messages will be danced
Of sorrow and distress

Magic of nature
And in its instinct it ignited
In a bowl of crazy fire
Your little body fell

Then they will bring your body
Dressed in the glittering courtyard
From the mouth of jars
In choirs offer me

Telesita, Telesita
Your tradition is danced
There are seven chacareras
Watered with alcohol