Cumbia Torera

Brownie, let me sing to you, like the rhythm of the sea sings to you (ole, ole, ole)

Look how she looks at you, pretty doll, as you walk
Even the waves break on their own, when you go by
You wear your miniskirt, and a couple of shells, as your bra
Show off your golden skin, and your sunset gaze
Hey man, look at that brownie, what a body, what eyes, like my mother-in-law

If the wind and sea could die, look, I would die
For the waist you have, even men would kill
When your song is heard, sailors usually dance
And the color of your lips, like the cape for bullfighting

Faithful to the living queen, of the sirens of the high seas
You are like a poem, that the stars that go to you