Las Isabeles

From the heart of a palm tree
the Isabels were born
delicate waists
and joyful hearts

Passing by a stream
in the shade of a laurel
gathering golden hair
where Isabel combed

Come my dear come
and embrace my heart
no matter how much I tell you
there is no satisfaction

How beautiful your teeth are
teeth the color of ivory
I would marry you
first in a civil ceremony

How beautiful your lips are
lips with a taste of apple
if you were to reciprocate
I would marry you tomorrow

This is the song
it's the song of Isabel
as lovely as a rose
and as beautiful as a carnation