Las Caras Lindas
Las caras lindas de mi gente negra
Son un desfile de melaza en flor
Que cuando pasa frente a mí se alegra
De su negrura, todo el corazón
Las caras lindas de mi raza prieta
Tienen de llanto, de pena y dolor
Son las verdades, que la vida reta
Pero que llevan dentro mucho amor
Somos la melaza que ríe
La melaza que llora,
Somos la melaza que ama
Y en cada beso, es conmovedora
Por eso vivo orgulloso de su colorido
Somos betún amable, de clara poesía
Tienen su ritmo, tienen melodía
Las caras lindas de mi gente negra
Las caras lindas, las caras lindas
Las caras lindas de mi gente negra
Qué lindas, pero, pero mira, qué lindas son
Tienen, tienen, tienen, tienen de llanto
Mucha melodía, te digo belén tienen belleza
Y también tienen poesía de la bien linda
Caritas lindas de gente negra,
Que en la calma tengo un montón
Las caras lindas de mi gente negra, son un vacilón
Somos, te digo, la melaza que ríe,
Que canta y que llora y en cada beso
Bien conmovedora y cautivadora
Te digo que en porto bello panamá
Yo vi la cara más bella y pura
Y es por eso que mi corazón,
Se alegra de su negrura
Esa si que es linda!
Que lin, que lin, que lindas son
Negrura de la pura
Que lin, que lin, que lindas son
Óyeme, pero que bonitas son, lindas son,
Chulas son, bonitas son, lindas que son
Lindas como tú veras, así son
Lindas como aquellas que dije son un vacilón
Un riquito vacilón, con tu corazón, rico de melón
Que lindas, que lindas, que lindas, que lindas
Que chulas que son, bonitas que son, bien bonitas
Chulitas que son, que lindas son, caritas lindas,
Lindas, lindas son ¡llévame!
Lindas que son, lindas son
Pero que lindas son, pero que lindas son,
Lindas que son, lindas son
Muchas caras lindas,
Pero que lin, que lin, que lindas son
Roco toco tin pero que lindas
Que lindas son,
Las caras lindas de mi gente negra, son un montón
Desfile de negrura,
De la pura que viene de allá bajo
Las caras lindas de mi gente negra son un vacilón.
Melaza que ríe, melaza que ríe,
Ay, que canta y que llora,
Y en cada beso bien conmovedora
Pero que linda!
Beautiful Faces
The beautiful faces of my black people
Are a parade of blooming molasses
That when they pass in front of me, my heart rejoices
For their blackness, all the heart
The beautiful faces of my dark race
Are full of tears, sorrow, and pain
They are the truths that life challenges
But carry much love within
We are the molasses that laughs
The molasses that cries,
We are the molasses that loves
And in every kiss, it's moving
That's why I proudly live for their colorful
We are kind polish, of clear poetry
They have their rhythm, they have melody
The beautiful faces of my black people
The beautiful faces, the beautiful faces
The beautiful faces of my black people
How beautiful, but, but look, how beautiful they are
They have, they have, they have, they have tears
A lot of melody, I tell you, they have beauty
And they also have poetry of the very pretty
Beautiful faces of black people,
That in the calm I have a lot
The beautiful faces of my black people, are a blast
We are, I tell you, the molasses that laughs,
That sings and cries and in every kiss
Very moving and captivating
I tell you that in Portobelo, Panama
I saw the most beautiful and pure face
And that's why my heart,
Rejoices for their blackness
That's truly beautiful!
How beautiful, how beautiful they are
Pure blackness
How beautiful, how beautiful they are
Listen to me, but how pretty they are, beautiful they are,
Cute they are, pretty they are, beautiful they are
Beautiful like you will see, that's how they are
Beautiful like those I said are a blast
A rich blast, with your heart, rich with melon
How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful
How cute they are, pretty they are, very pretty
Cute they are, how beautiful, beautiful faces,
Beautiful, they are beautiful, take me!
Beautiful they are, they are beautiful
But how beautiful they are, but how beautiful they are,
Beautiful they are, they are beautiful
Many beautiful faces,
But how beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful they are
Roco toco tin but how beautiful
How beautiful they are,
The beautiful faces of my black people, are a lot
Parade of blackness,
Of the pure that comes from down there
The beautiful faces of my black people are a blast.
Molasses that laughs, molasses that laughs,
Oh, that sings and cries,
And in every kiss, very moving
But how beautiful!