Catalina Cataluña Catalán — A vivid Mediterranean courtyard merges with a California orchard as an adult muse appears differently in windows, a mirror and fountain water

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Catalina Cataluña Catalán

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Listen to the recorded versions and follow the lyric below.

Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals

English and Spanish trade places in a wandering adventure of sailing, mountain crossings, food, flirtation and cantina music. Named companions and California destinations keep the journey moving between the familiar and the fanciful. Its travelers finally gather into one voice, turning their roaming story into a spirited declaration of togetherness.

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3 recordings. Different voices and arrangements bring another side of the song into the light.

Lyrics

Catalina Cataluña Catalán

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr

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CATALINA CATALUÑA CATALÁN

We Sail Away to Catalina Cataluña Catalán
Con unos Cocos y de la Piña
We're making Frozen Margaritas
Con una Bella Señorita
Se la llamaron la Chiquita
Y su Costumbre de Marica
Con su Hermanita, la Valeria
Nosotros fuimos en America

Nosotros somos Aventureras
Que pasemos Las Sierras
Caminando Carreteras
Que conocimos en las Guerras
We went climbing in the Mountains
We drank from Crystal Water Fountains
When we came back to the Valley
We met her Girlfriend, Magaly

We ate some Tacos and Frijoles
With some Rockin’ Holy Molies
About a ton of Guacamole
And Holy Rollin’ Ravioli

You can Blame It On The Bossa Nova
When you're starting to get over
You can take yourself a Lover
You got to keep it Undercover

Cuz her father is La Guardia
And her auntie's name is Claudia
But it gets a little louder
This Norteño is a Shouter
We are right close up to the Border
In Sinaloa Territory
Another shot of Morning Glory
As we are Singing out our Story

Paco's playing the Marimba
A Hole in the Wall Cantina
Estoy Celosa en la Gran Matina
En la Mañana, la Marina
Allá nos vamos en la Mañana
Alli en el Alto de la Montaña
Yo soy pequeña Prima Donna
En Los Cerritos, California

Ahora vamos por la Calle
Hasta el San Fernando Valley
Después al Norte a Pacoima
Hasta la Gasolinera
Ahora Dios se los Bendiga
Suplicamos lo que nos diga
Entregamos a la Hora
La siesta en la Sombra

Ahora decimos Adiós
Todos gritamos, una Voz
Comemos Pollo con Arróz
En la Sombra del Albatrós
Somos juntos, la Nación
Comiendo Tacos Al Carbón
Ahora yo soy El Patrón
Y Viva La Revolución!
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