Yiri-Bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
Te gusta mulata la rumba
Te gusta mulata la conga
Bailar al compás del cajon
Sonados por manos
De negros cubanos
Que hayan jurado tocar su tambor
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
En cuba se corta la caña
En cuba se toma café
En cuba se baila el bembé
Se fuma tabaco
Se toma guarapo
Y atrás de la comparsa
Se va echando un pie
Detras de la comparsa
Se va echando un pie
Detras de la comparsa
Se va echando un pie
Tu bailas la conga
Y yo bailo el bembé
Detras de la comparsa
Se va echando un pie
Tu tomas guarapo
Y yo tomo café
Tu bailas el danson
Y yo bailo el minue
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yimboro, yimboro, yimboro
Yimboro, yimboro, yimboro
Yiri-Bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
You like the mulatto the party
You like the mulatto the conga
Dancing to the beat of the cajon
Played by hands
Of Cuban blacks
Who have sworn to play their drum
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yiri bon yiri bon
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
Yimboro yimboro yimboro
In Cuba, sugar cane is cut
In Cuba, coffee is drunk
In Cuba, the bembé is danced
Tobacco is smoked
Guarapo is drunk
And behind the parade
We go dancing
Behind the parade
We go dancing
Behind the parade
We go dancing
You dance the conga
And I dance the bembé
Behind the parade
We go dancing
You drink guarapo
And I drink coffee
You dance the danson
And I dance the minuet
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yiri yiri bon yiri yiri bon
Yimboro, yimboro, yimboro
Yimboro, yimboro, yimboro