Linda Ronstadt - ALMA Trailblazer Award 2008 honoree (4/5)
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 Published On Sep 13, 2008

At the ALMA Awards 2008, Linda received the Trailblazer Award. It was presented to her by Placido Domingo.
She received a tribute by various artists including Wynonna Judd, BeBe Winans, Eden Espinosa & Lucero.


Lucero & Mariachi Los Camperos de Nati Cano
Los Laureles
Sergio Alonso (harp)
Natividad Cano (vihuela)
Jimmy Kyle Cuellar (violin)
Raul Cuellar (violin)
Ariel de la Rosa (trumpet)
Jesus Guzman (violin/leader)
Ismael Hernandez (violin)
Juan Jimenez (guitarron)
German Lopez (guitar)
Javier Rodriguez (trumpet)
Juan Rodriguez (violin)

Spanish Lyrics:
(Jose Lopez)

Ay, qué laureles tan verdes!
¡Qué flores tan encendidas!
Si piensas abandonarme,
mejor quitame la vida.
Alza los ojos a verme
si no estás comprometida

Eres mata de algodón
que vives en el capullo.
Ay, qué tristeza me da
cuando te llenas de orgullo
de ver a mi corazón
enredado con el tuyo.

Eres rosa de Castilla
que sólo en mayo se ve.
Quisiera hacerte un invite
pero la verdad no sé.
Si tienes quien te lo evite,
mejor me separaré.

Eres mata de algodón....etc.

¡Ay, qué laureles tan verdes ...etc.

Ay, les va la despedida
chinita por tus quereres.
La perdición de los hombres
son las benditas mujeres.
Aquí se acaban cantando
los versos de los laureles.

English Translation

Los Laureles
(Public Domain)

Oh, what green laurel trees!
What flaming flowers!
If you are thinking of leaving me
Better to take away my life.
Raise your eyes to look at me
If you're not promised to someone else.

Your are a little sprout of cotton
That lives in the bud,
How sad it makes me
When you get full of pride
To see my heart
Tied up with yours,

You are a rose of Castille,
That's only seen in May,
I'd like to make you an invitation,
But, really, I don't know,
If you have someone to prevent it,
Better that I leave.

You are a little sprout of cotton, etc.

Oh, what green laurel trees!...etc.
Oh, here is the farewell,

Chinita of my love,
The downfall of men
Are the blessed women,
Here's where we stop singing
The verses of the laurel trees.

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