I have a heart of rumba
That vibrates with the touch of the conga, my
Flag is joy and my cause is a song
I have a sincere heart
Faithful lover of rhythm and party
Mixed with brown skin and tropical magic
I have a rumba heart
That smells like the streets of Cuba, brown tobacco, and chango
A fire of passion pushes it welling up
The Antillean soul when the bongo plays
Heart that leaves a piece in each
Corner where its song arrives
Grateful, it gives itself to the people
In body and melodies and that made the world its home
Heart preacher of the smile
Of my race made of sugar and joy, a corner
Where my Latin voice gives love
That burns in me like a musical fever
I have a partying heart
That when it beats it makes people enjoy
I have a partying heart
That when it beats it makes people enjoy
Heart of rumba to enjoy