From the heart of a palm
the Isabeles were born
thin at the waist
and from a happy heart
When passing a stream
in the shade of a laurel tree
they gathered golden hair
where Isabel combed her hair
Come, dear, come
and you will hug my heart
that no matter how much I tell you
there is no satisfaction
What beautiful teeth you have
ivory-colored teeth
I would marry you
first civilly
What beautiful lips you have
apple-flavored lips
yes you You would correspond to me
I would get married tomorrow
This is the song
it is Isabel's song
it is as pretty as a rose
and as beautiful as a carnation

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