Olvera de Los Angeles
The maracas! They shout, they laugh, they sing!
The seeds inside a gourd of red & green.
SŪ, mira, in my hands, they smile at you,
Oh! You must take them, hold them & shake them!
As you start to dance youíll feel such a joy,
In your beads and chamula sandals, huy!
To the beat of your heart, SeŮorita,
Like the deep throbbing notes, the marimba!
Mariachis, with their guitars strumming!
Be Marie in a black velvet painting,
Where your love from the bullring is waiting,
For the sweet taste of life everlasting!