La Chula - Miguel Bose

La chula tiene un encanto felino

Cuerpo mulato divino

Dieciseis años le dan

Y dicen que es mitad santa o demente

Que es diferente a la gente

Se rie del que dirán

Comentan ay!

Por favor, mire usted!

Murmuran ay!

Por favor, fijese!

La chula da a cada cual su poquito

Te habla al oido bajito

Sabe como enamorar

Y todo ese misterio que tiene la chula

Los hombres se preguntan: ¿Para quién será?

Su piel y su cintura si las diera a otra

Preguntan las mujeres: ¿Para quién será?

El brillo de sus ojos, su color de pelo

Preguntan las sirenas: ¿Para quién será?

Que si un poco de amor cayerá de sus manos

Y nadie supo nunca para quién será…

Ay!

Virgen santa… ay!

San José…

Hay va la chula!

A-a-a-ay!

Mire usted!

La chula baila a su ritmo el destino

Lee tu futuro en la arena y en caracolas de mar

Preciso que su paisaje es tan tierno

Que paraiso e infierno la mano en ellas se dan

Comentan ay!

Por favor, mire usted!

Murmuran ay!

Por favor, fijese!

Sonriendo va con su estela dejando

Suave perfume de mango, brisa de flor tropical

(Estribillo)

La chula, caramba!

Caramba, la chula!

La chula, caramba!

Caramba, la chula!

La chula la del encanto felino

Cuerpo mulato divino un día no apareció

Y cuentan que algun poder sobrehumano

La convirtió en una estrella

Y al firmamento subió

(Estribillo)

(Ay! Virgen santa… ay! San José!

Hay va la chula… ay!

Mire usted)

Ay!

Virgen santa!, ay!

San José!

Hay va la chula, ay!

Mire usted

The chula has a feline charm

divine mulatto body

sixteen years give him

And they say that she is half holy or insane

That she is different from the people

Laugh at what they will say

They comment oh!

Please look at you!

They whisper oh!

Please notice!

The chula gives each one their little

He speaks to you softly

knows how to fall in love

And all that mystery that the chula has

Men wonder: Who is she for?

Her skin and her waist if she gave them to another

Women ask: Who will it be for?

The brightness of her eyes, her hair color

The sirens ask: Who will it be for?

What if a little love will fall from your hands

And no one ever knew who it will be for…

Oh!

Holy Virgin… oh!

Saint Joseph…

There goes the chula!

O-o-o-ouch!

See you!

The chula dances to her rhythm of her destiny

Read your future in the sand and in seashells

I need that her landscape is so tender

What a paradise and hell the hand in them is given

They comment oh!

Please look at you!

They whisper oh!

Please notice!

Smiling he goes with his wake leaving

Soft mango perfume, tropical flower breeze

(Chorus)

The chula, gosh!

Damn, the chula!

The chula, gosh!

Damn, the chula!

The chula with the feline charm

divine mulatto body one day did not appear

And they say that some superhuman power

made her a star

And to the firmament he rose

(Chorus)

(Oh! Holy Virgin… oh! Saint Joseph!

There goes the chula… oh!

See you)

Oh!

Holy Virgin! Oh!

Saint Joseph!

There goes the chula, oh!

See you