Canela

I want to die in a unique way
I want a carnival goodbye
I want to hear your dark cinnamon voice
With its sincere natural freshness

I want you, I want you shouting a ben-bé
I don’t want candles, I don’t want a sermon, listen up!
I want the voice of that mulatta, a trombone
To die in the rhythm of son, a blessing

Cinnamon, cinnamon your weeping voice
Spread with the fragrance of tasty rum
Your song, the noise, the neighborhood, and the son
Will be my sweet prayer, a good thing

Dark cinnamon, intoxicate me with your voice
The people from the playón say
If the cinnamon announces a danzón
Heaven opens the gate, what flavor!

Cinnamon, cinnamon your weeping voice
Spread with the fragrance of tasty rum
Your song, the noise, the neighborhood, and the son
Will be my sweet prayer, a good thing

I want to die to the lullaby of your voice
And a requiem in Guajira and rum
Let them know the reason for your inspiration
Here lies a rumbero heart

I want joy, I want a big party
I don’t want crying, sadness, or pain
And while they say I was a good singer
Let’s toast to the woman and love

Cinnamon, cinnamon your weeping voice
Spread with the fragrance of tasty rum
Your song, the noise, the neighborhood, and the son
Will be my sweet prayer, a good thing

Dark cinnamon, give me your blessing
And comfort my old lady
Your voice will ring with the bells
And heaven will know that here I come

Hey God, my only judge, my maker!

Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon
That mulatta really has flavor, oh yes
Cinnamon
To die, I only want your voice
Cinnamon
Oh, whisper a song in my ear
Cinnamon
A song, a love song

Cinnamon
That mulatta really has flavor, oh yes
Cinnamon
To die, I only want your voice
Cinnamon
Down the street of flavor that goes that way
Cinnamon
Down the street of flavor, I’m coming here

Cinnamon
Oh, whisper a song in my ear
Cinnamon
A song, a love song
Cinnamon
Oh, I’m leaving, I’m going to heaven
Cinnamon
Oh, I already left, I’m gone to heaven