Concha Del Alma (part. Braulio Mata)

Dear Concha, why are you so confused?
Soul shell, stop crying so much
Next year, if God allows us
Soul shell, we’re gonna get married

The little birds are singing, the day is breaking
The little birds are singing, the sun is shining
And I tell you: Get up, Concepción
Let’s get some work done, I’m off to the fields

The little birds are singing, the day is breaking
The little birds are singing, the sun is shining
And I tell you: Get up, Concepción
Let’s get some work done, I’m off to the fields