Tributo a Celia: Quimbara / Bemba Colorá

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