Negra Cumbá Cumbá
Qué haré yo cuando no tenga
En el bolsillo 3 lochas
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Para comprarle una brocha
Y pintura pa' la bemba
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Ay, qué haré yo cuando no tenga
En el bolsillo 3 lochas
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Para comprarle una brocha
Y pintura pa' la bemba
¡Ay!
Ven mi negra
Ponle ritmo a tu cintura
Ven negrura
Que ya el bonche va a empezar
Y yo saco a bailar a esa negra
Porque tiene una pinta pepiá
Con ese color rojo en la bemba
Parece que ella está encandilá
Y yo saco a bailar a esa negra
Porque tiene una pinta pepiá
Con ese color rojo en la bemba
Parece que ella está encandilá
Yo quiero seguir cantando
Hasta por la madrugá
Para que siga bailando
La negra cumbá cumbá
¡Eepa!
Cumbá cumbá
Siguele dando
Cumbá cumbá
De aquí pa'llá
Cumbá cumbá
Mi negra bella
Cumbá cumbá
Es que esta negra al bailar
A cualquiera lo estremece
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Porque bailando parece
Que se fuera a desarmar
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Es que esta negra al bailar
A cualquiera lo estremece
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Porque bailando parece
Que se fuera a desarmar
¡Ay!
Ven mi negra
Ponle ritmo a tu cintura
Ven negrura
Que ya el bonche va a empezar
Y yo saco a bailar a esa negra
Porque tiene una pinta pepiá
Con ese color rojo en la bemba
Parece que ella está encandilá
Y yo saco a bailar a esa negra
Porque tiene una pinta pepiá
Con ese color rojo en la bemba
Parece que ella está encandilá
Yo quiero seguir cantando
Hasta por la madrugá
Para que siga bailando
La negra cumbá cumbá
Eepa!
Cumbá cumbá
Siguele dando
Cumbá cumbá
De aquí pa'llá
Cumbá cumbá
Mi negra bella
Cumbá cumbá
Si se toma un palo de ron
Maraquea la cintura
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Baila con más sabrosura
Porque se pone a millón
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Si se toma un palo de ron
Maraquea la cintura
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Baila con más sabrosura
Porque se pone a millón
¡Ay!
Ven mi negra
Ponle ritmo a tu cintura
Ven negrura
Que ya el bonche va a empezar
Y yo saco a bailar a esa negra
Porque tiene una pinta pepiá
Con ese color rojo en la bemba
Parece que ella está encandilá
Y yo saco a bailar a esa negra
Porque tiene una pinta pepiá
Con ese color rojo en la bemba
Parece que ella está encandilá
Yo quiero seguir cantando
Hasta por la madrugá
Para que siga bailando
La negra cumbá cumbá
¡Eepa!
Cumbá cumbá
Sigue bailando
Cumbá cumbá
Que está sudá
Cumbá cumbá
Negra bembona
Cumbá cumbá
Black Cumbá Cumbá
What will I do when I don't have
In my pocket 3 coins
(Maraquea, maraquea)
To buy her a brush
And paint for her lips
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Oh, what will I do when I don't have
In my pocket 3 coins
(Maraquea, maraquea)
To buy her a brush
And paint for her lips
Oh!
Come my black girl
Put rhythm in your waist
Come blackness
The party is about to start
And I take that black girl to dance
Because she looks so stylish
With that red color on her lips
It seems like she's enchanted
And I take that black girl to dance
Because she looks so stylish
With that red color on her lips
It seems like she's enchanted
I want to keep singing
Until the early morning
So she keeps dancing
The black cumbá cumbá
Hey!
Cumbá cumbá
Keep giving it
Cumbá cumbá
From here to there
Cumbá cumbá
My beautiful black girl
Cumbá cumbá
This black girl when she dances
She shakes anyone up
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Because dancing she looks
Like she's going to fall apart
(Maraquea, maraquea)
This black girl when she dances
She shakes anyone up
(Maraquea, maraquea)
Because dancing she looks
Like she's going to fall apart
Oh!
Come my black girl
Put rhythm in your waist
Come blackness
The party is about to start
And I take that black girl to dance
Because she looks so stylish
With that red color on her lips
It seems like she's enchanted
And I take that black girl to dance
Because she looks so stylish
With that red color on her lips
It seems like she's enchanted
I want to keep singing
Until the early morning
So she keeps dancing
The black cumbá cumbá
Hey!
Cumbá cumbá
Keep giving it
Cumbá cumbá
From here to there
Cumbá cumbá
My beautiful black girl
Cumbá cumbá
If she drinks a shot of rum
She shakes her waist
(Maraquea, maraquea)
She dances with more flavor
Because she goes all out
(Maraquea, maraquea)
If she drinks a shot of rum
She shakes her waist
(Maraquea, maraquea)
She dances with more flavor
Because she goes all out
Oh!
Come my black girl
Put rhythm in your waist
Come blackness
The party is about to start
And I take that black girl to dance
Because she looks so stylish
With that red color on her lips
It seems like she's enchanted
And I take that black girl to dance
Because she looks so stylish
With that red color on her lips
It seems like she's enchanted
I want to keep singing
Until the early morning
So she keeps dancing
The black cumbá cumbá
Hey!
Cumbá cumbá
Keep dancing
Cumbá cumbá
She's sweating
Cumbá cumbá
Big-lipped black girl
Cumbá cumbá
Escrita por: Astolfo Romero