Cumbia negra
Los Palmeras
Black Cumbia
Here come all the black people
dancing their sway
here they come and go enjoying
with a candle in their fingers
With the dust they raise
a cloud is forming
and on their mulatto backs
you can see the rising fever
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
They come dancing with shouts
strident and crazy
and to the beat of the drum
they twist like vines
When they feel tired
they drink a shot
and return to the cumbiamba
and there they dance until dawn
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
They come dancing with shouts
strident and crazy
and to the beat of the drum
they twist like vines
When they feel tired
they drink a shot
and return to the cumbiamba
and there they dance until dawn
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
(Here come the black people, to dance)
(here they come enjoying, the festival)
