If I was a song
If I was a song I'd be a Son Jarocho
Played with the jarana and requinto,
The harp, cajon, quijada and pandero
If I was a dance I'd be the zapateado or flamenco
Played with the jarana, and requinto
I'd be a corrido about how beautiful it is to fly
If I was a dance I'd be the zapateado or flamenco
And if my love wouldn't save me I wouldn't just die
I'd be a corrido about how beautiful it is to fly
Dancing with my skirts thrown up like flower petal wings
And if my love wouldn't save me I wouldn't just die
I stamp my feet, continue my wing dance and sing
Dancing with my skirts thrown up like flower petal wings
The music takes me to places and times I want to be
I stamp my feet, continue my wing dance and sing
That ringing of the strings, the grounding of my steps setting me free
The music takes me to places and times I want to be
A bird flying out of everyone's reach, that is how I'll go
That ringing of the strings, and grounding of my steps setting me free
If i was a song, I'd be a Son Jarocho
© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2009
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