Irimo

The drum sounds in Seville
Of African music
The drum sounds in Seville
Of African music
The irimo from Havana
Instantly puts a foot forward
And when they enter Morua
The audience gets excited
Because the irimo is tuned
To the rhythm of the bagua
Because the irimo is tuned
To the rhythm of the bagua
The irimo is tuned
When it hears a drum

(Irimo drum in Seville has already sounded
Drum in Seville)
If you love me, if you love me
If you love me, I will adore you
Listen, see how you come

There comes rolling in
To enjoy it all
But come, come, walk well
Far away, then I will pray for you

Listen to the witchcraft you cast on me
I didn't accept it

Because the irimo protects me, a good thing
So I don't burn you