Paroles: Gogol Bordello. Pala Tute.

Caravan is comin', old guitars are strummin'
Chief is sittin' high with gold across the chest
I'm just a little chavo, I don't even own a guitar
But mama they got girl, that I love the best

Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late
Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah-aah-aah-aah-ai

Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late
Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late

Caravan is comin', old guitars are strummin'
And says old Hidano, "Boy, forget about the bling"
Here is a gitara for you my little chavo
If you slave to kissing, you gotta play this thing

Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late
Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah-aah-aah-aah-ai

Caravan is leavin' and her breast is heavin'
Lord, this kind of love cannot be untrue
I'm just a little chavo but I learned a one thing
Girls, they like the kissin' as much as I do

Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
I'm dyin', I'm dyin', dyin' after you
Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Girls, they like the kissin' as much as we do

Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late
Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late

Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late
Lela, lela, lela, lela, pala tute
Jas kana meres, mirala pala late