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[Chorus]
There is a sound, there is a flow…
There is a sound that you hear in Havana… (x2)
Hey me! I come from Havana changing quietly, palliating in time without a clue or anything'
I come with my black boleros, rumberos, santeros, tambourines, congueros? Alas!
Tell me what? pass?…Don't cry for me when I die, I don't want flowers…
Old epitaph: “Here? lies the black man who was many among the many and first among the pioneers”… Caballero…
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I have a sound full of rhythms and feelings…
It gets inside you like my guitar…
Like spring it throws flowers on your wings…
Go out for good… and it will fill you up? of desire!
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My music is a black from the dune, Orishas culture essence Yoruba? Carabal?!
My son “from the street” calls you Havana…My rumba don't stop here?…
If you want this…don't stop your body…
And if you continue slow, shoot this…
I don't want stories or things, he calls them a rumbero, the rumba, I shared? a…
There is a sound, there is a flow…
There is a sound that can be heard in Havana…
Come “tra'pla” take a look “men” and I will go straight to the saucepan…
I'm in law, today I caught? a break… Break mamei…
If Cuba is not like yesterday…
You saw how he walks, he dominates you, he joins in, “men” don't lose your medicine…
Your pupils get stuck…it's time to change the batteries…
[Chorus](x2)
(Thanks to Guaci for these lyrics)