Somewhere in the vineyards of salsa land,
Danced a woman enchanting,
As the mallards by its lake,

One evening she decided to really fly,
Up in the sky, far away with love nearby,
Within her sweet exotic wings,
Ah, Enchanted mallard,
is lovely as all the ladies,
In a beauty salon,
giving themselves daisies,

Ah, Enchanted mallard,
so compassionate and kind,
She filled the solitude with stray cats,
The lake in salsa land,
a wonder of the rain,
of her sweet tears,
She would laugh so tender,
And sigh so warm,
Like a book of Neruda sonnets,
In a holiday hotel,

Enchanted mallard,
wasnt much of a party lady,
A homebodys salsa dream,
But her beauty could tame a hoe down,
And light them up like candles,
Like a book of Neruda sonnets,
In a holiday hotel,

In the lounge of dreams,
Ah, Enchanted mallard,
Starlight gallops like pretty horses,
The lovely ladies can play bongos,
With the mandolins,
The mallards are sweet,
enchanted and fine,
by the lake,
As a hoe down revives with rhythms,
Like a book of Neruda sonnets,
In a holiday hotel,

Ah, la,la,la
La, la, la
Reynaldo Casison