Radio Tarifa
la canal
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From the Sierra del Cerro
The stream was coming down with water
They call it the canal
She was washing rags
In winter
She dried her red hands
Little wicker basket
br/>On his hip
He carries it
Singing he goes
Road of stone and mud
He walked without looking back
Little wicker basket
On his hip
He carries it
Singing he goes