"Santera" - Giselle Bellas - (NPR Tiny Desk Contest 2025)

Lyrics [Translation] She was raised in Cuba Two daughters of Agayú She never anticipated such a quick change But what could she do Without money in a new world Nothing made sense Look guajira, this isn’t the life you had envisioned She calls herself Santera There’s no other way She calls herself Santera Look how she moves And now she doesn’t breathe the air where she was raised The beauty, her lovers, her village They’re all gone A promise, a dream, a future It wasn’t real The truth isn’t so simple, it’s hard But she didn’t know She calls herself Santera There’s no other way She calls herself Santera Look how she moves Pretty girl The Queen of the mass Pretty girl The breeze took her away Pretty Girl They took you from your island Pretty girl They stay silent while you're crying