Raices Del Festejo

This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here
This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here
This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here
This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here

I wasn't born when this arrived
It was made by a black man that I know

This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here
This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here
This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here
This rhythm of black people, this tasty rhythm
This celebration rhythm here

Porfirio Vasquez made it, that great man
He made it with great art
And now I sing it, I sing it
When I was little, I told my dad
I want to sing, I want to play
I told my dad I want to be like you
I told my dad, I want to sing
I told my dad I want to sing, I want to play
I told my dad (I told my dad)
I want to be as good as you are
I told my dad (I told my dad)

Now I sing, now I play
And I thank my dad that I can sing
That I can play
I told my dad I want to sing
I told my dad I want to be like you
I told my dad, I told my dad, I told my dad