Las Isabeles
Miguel Aceves Mejía
The Isabels
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
