Concha Del Alma

Dear shell, why are you so confused
Soul's shell, stop crying so much
The coming year, with God's permission
Soul's shell, we will get married

The birds are already singing, the day is dawning
The birds are already singing, the Sun is rising
And I tell you, get up Concepción
To make me some tortillas as I'm going to work

The coming year, with God's permission
Soul's shell, we will get married

The birds are already singing, the day is dawning
The birds are already singing, the Sun is rising
And I tell you, get up Concepción
To make me some tortillas as I'm going to work