La Viguela
Gotan Project
The Viguela
Here I start to sing
To the rhythm of the viguela,
For the man who can't sleep
Has an extraordinary pain
Like a lonely bird
With song, he finds solace.
Come, miraculous saints,
Come, all of you, help me,
For my tongue gets tied
And my vision gets blurry;
I ask my God to assist me
In this tough moment.
Here I start to sing
To the rhythm of the viguela,
For the man who can't sleep
Has an extraordinary pain
Like a lonely bird
With song, he finds solace.
