Tributo a Celia: Quimbara / Bemba Colorá
Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbamba
Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbamba
(Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbamba)
(Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbamba)
Eh, mamá, eh-eh, mamá
Eh, mamá, eh-eh, mamá
La rumba me está llamando
Bongo, dile que ya voy
Que se esperé un momentito
Mientras canto un guaguancó
Diles que no es un desprecio
Pues, vive en mi corazón
Mi vida es tan solo eso
Rumba buena, y guaguancó, eh, ah
Eh-eh, mamá, eh-eh, mamá, ah-ja
(Eso e' así, pa' la Negra mía)
De corazón, papá
¡Azúcar! ¡Eso es!
Si quieres gozar, si quieres bailar
Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbamba, eh
(Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbamba)
(Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbamba)
Ay, lo baila Teresa, también Joseíto'
Quimbara, qumbara, qumba, quimbaíto'
(Ah-ja, yes sir)
(¿Cómo dice? Vamo pa' allá, yes sir)
(La Caballota, pa' la reina, la reina del bailón mío)
(¿Qué digo? Fuego, fuego)
Pa' mí, tú no eres na'
Tú tiene' la bemba colorá'
Pa' mí, pa' mí, pa' mí, pa' mí, tú no eres na'
Tú tiene' la bemba colorá'
(Pa' mí, tú no eres na')
(Tú tiene' la bemba colorá')
Ay, pa' mí, pa' mí, pa' mí, tú no eres na'
Porque tú tiene' la bemba colorá'
(Pa' mí, tú no eres na') tú no eres na'
(Tú tiene' la bemba colorá')
Pero tú tiene' la bemba
(Bemba colorá') colorá', colorá'
(Bemba colorá') colo-colo-colo-colorá'
(Bemba colorá') colorá', colorá'
Si tu marido te pega (colorá')
Dale golpe tú también (ay, colorá')
Si no puedes con la mano (colorá')
Métele con el sartén, ay, la bemba colorá'
Colorá' (bemba colorá')
Ay, la bemba colorá'
Ay, la bemba colorá'
Bemba colorá'
Tribute to Celia: Rhythm / Red Mouth
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
(Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm)
(Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm)
Hey, mama, hey-hey, mama
Hey, mama, hey-hey, mama
The rumba is calling me
Bongo, tell them I'm coming
Tell them to wait a brief moment
While I sing a guaguancó
Tell them it's not meant as contempt
Anyway, it lives in my heart
My life is just like that
Good rumba and guaguancó, eh, ah
Eh-eh, mama, eh-eh, mama, ah-ha
(That's how it is, for my Black Queen)
From the heart, man
Sugar! That's it!
If you want to have fun, if you want to dance
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, eh
(Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm)
(Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm)
Oh, Teresa dances it, and Joseíto, too
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, little rhythm
(Ah-ha, yes sir)
(How does it go? Let's go there, yes sir)
(The Stallion, for the queen, the queen of my dance)
(What am I saying? Fire, fire)
To me, you are nothing
You have red lips
For me, for me, for me, for me, you are nothing
You have red lips
(To me, you're nothing)
(You have red lips)
Oh, for me, for me, for me, you're nothing
Because you have red lips
(To me, you're nothing) you're nothing
(You have red lips)
But you have the lips
(Red lips) red, red
(Red lips) red-red-red-red
(Red lips) red, red
If your husband hits you (red)
Give him a hit, too (ah, red)
If you can't do it with your hand (red)
Hit him with the frying pan, oh, the red lip
Red (red lips)
Oh, the red lips
Oh, the red lips
Red lips