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Lyrics of the song «La Hija de Yalodde» by Ogbe-She

Daughter of Yalodde

«She is the daughter of Yalodde» Thus begins this beautiful song dedicated to the daughters of the Yoruba goddess Oshún, queen of love, sweetness and honey bees in the Yoruba Pantheon.

A beautiful song to the daughters of the Yoruba goddess Oshun:

She is the daughter of Yalodde 

She has cinnamon on her skin 

And walk down the street 

honey overflows 

a divine smile 

I can not contain myself 

a face of joy 

What a beauty of a woman!

Repetition:

She is the daughter of Yalodde 

She has cinnamon on her skin 

And walk down the street 

honey overflows 

a divine smile 

I can not contain myself 

a face of joy 

What a beauty of a woman!

...

I saw her in Old Havana 

Loose hair and flirting 

The sway of her hips 

The men are complimenting 

Presumed as Oshun 

Very pretty and smelly 

The girl is in the Boom

And how he dances, how he believes things  

Chorus:

She is the daughter of Yalodde 

She has cinnamon on her skin 

And walk down the street 

honey overflows 

a divine smile 

I can not contain myself 

a face of joy 

What a beauty of a woman!

...

little witch little witch 

You made me witchcraft 

you bewitched my heart 

And you filled him with joy 

after asking so much 

Yalodde put the daylight 

you got meañaste, you put a spell on me 

witch you finished with me.

...

she tied me up 

With ecstasy, with sleeping 

Cartridge paper, put my name on it, put cinnamon on it 

Some sunflowers, five candles 

He rang the bell and asked Yalodde 

So that I wouldn't leave 

Repetition:

she tied me up 

With enchantment with sleeping 

Cartridge paper, put my name on it, put cinnamon on it 

Some sunflowers five candles 

He rang the bell and asked Yalodde 

So that I wouldn't leave 

He rang the bell and asked Yalodde 

So that I wouldn't leave 

He rang the bell and asked Yalodde 

So that I wouldn't leave 

...

Mori yeyeo Yalodde 

blood that runs in my veins 

Palo that is born for violin 

From the mountain he sounds

...

I am the living prophecy 

Although they spotted the parrot 

people love me 

And I'm shining like gold 

...

He rang the bell and asked Yalodde 

So that I wouldn't leave 

He rang the bell and asked Yalodde 

So that I wouldn't leave 

Official Video of Ogbe-She «The daughter of Yalodde»

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