Canelón

In the Canelón river,
One night a girl got lost.
The girls from the town
Don’t dare to cross the bridge.
Canelón, Canelón, Canelón,
Canelón, Canelón, Canelón.

The legend says that
A caiman watches over the girl,
And on the full moon nights of San Juan,
They both swim in the river.
Canelón, Canelón, Canelón,
Canelón, Canelón, Canelón.

By the way she moves and looks,
Like she offers her cheek to kiss,
She only smiles when her friends talk,
And your touches find her lost in thought.

She doesn’t want you.
By the way she moves and looks,
Like she offers her cheek to kiss,
She only smiles when her friends talk,
And your touches find her lost in thought.
By the way she moves and looks,
Like she offers her cheek to kiss,
She only smiles when her friends talk,
And your touches find her lost in thought.