Festival de música folclórica week 6 / Me voy pa'l yopo - I'm going to Yopo / Cover by @jpulido0306
Luis Ángel Cereceda Parra, known as Ángel Parra, was a Chilean singer-songwriter and writer. Son of Violeta Parra and Luis Cereceda Arenas. With an extensive discography, it was a fundamental and traditional piece of the musical movement known as Nueva Canción Chilena. He was born on June 27, 1943 in Valparaíso, Chile. Its sowing was on March 11, 2017 in Paris, France. He leaves two children, Javiera Parra and Ángel Parra.
Me voy pal Yopo
La cincha dice en el mar
Yo mantengo una riqueza
Una prenda de belleza
Con su brillo natural.
Yo valgo más que el coral
Que el diamante, que el Rubí
Yo no me cambio por ti,
Pues yo valgo dondequiera
En regiones extranjeras
También me aprecian a mí.
Dicen que hubo o no hubo nada
Me voy pa´l yopo de madruga,
De madrugada me voy pal yopo
Porque el guayabo me vuelve loco.
Usted, usted, usted la mado a poner,
Que si la pone la paga
Y si no la pone también.
Que si la pone la paga
Y sino la pone también.
La pata `e cabra se queja
Y tambien el caracol,
Eso lo dice la almeja.
Tambien la papa la reina cuenta
Su historia pasada,
Que vida más desgraciada
Echarnos Dios en el mundo
En estos mares profundos
Donde no valemos nada.
Dicen que hubo o no hubo nada,
Me voy pal yopo
Porque el guayabo me vuelve loco.
Usted, usted, uste la mando a poner,
Que si l pone lo paga y si no la pone también.
Mis tres hermanos queridos
Se los llebo la corriente,
Dice un niño tristemente,
¡Que caso tan dolorido¡
Marchamos todos unidos
A bañarnos sin temor,
Vino el río con su furor,
Se los llevó muy ligero,
Cunado desaparecieron,
Cuanto seria mi dolor.
Dicen que hubo o no hubo nada,
Me voy pa‘l yopo de madrugá´,
De madrugada me voy pa‘l yopo
Porque el guayabo me vuelve loco.
Usted, usted, usted la mando a poner,
que si la pone la paga y si no la pone también.
Que si la pone la paga
Y si no la pone también.
I'm going to Yopo
Tenths of Venezuelan folklore by Ángel Parra. The cinch says in the sea I keep a wealth A garment of beauty With its natural shine. I am worth more than coral Than the diamond, than the ruby I don't change for you Well, I am worth anywhere In foreign regions They also appreciate me. They say there was or there was nothing I'm going to yopo at dawn, At dawn I go to Yopo Because the guava tree drives me crazy. You, you, you made her put, What if the pay And if it doesn't put it too. What if the pay And if not it also puts it. The goat leg complains And also the snail, That says the clam. Also the potato the queen tells Your past history, What a miserable life Throw God into the world In these deep seas Where we are worth nothing. They say there was or there was nothing, I'm leaving for yopo Because the guava tree drives me crazy. You, you, you send it to put, That if he puts it he pays and if he doesn't put it too. My three beloved brothers The current carried them away, Says a child sadly, What a painful case! We all march together To bathe without fear, The river came with its fury, He took them very lightly, When they disappeared, How much would my pain be? They say there was or there was nothing, I'm going to yopo early in the morning, At dawn I go to yopo Because the guava tree drives me crazy. You, you, you send it to put, that if he puts it, he pays and if he does not put it also. What if the pay And if it doesn't put it too.
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