Tambores Del Sur
Marcela Morelo
Drums of the South
Oh le le leirolo, le le leirolo, le le leirolo....
Cradle of drums, my friend,
From down south, I speak to you.
Mixed blood, a world unfaithful.
No language can tear me apart,
When the one that beats is a drum.
Though history took away,
Its keys and secrets.
The key was taken away.
They sound in my heart.
Drums of the south.
Runs through my veins that fire that burns.
Fills the soul with emotion.
Drums of the south.
And I walk slowly, with my dreams.
The land is our mother
And she loves us all the same.
Tries to unite our souls, unfaithful world.
No language can tear me apart.
Sing... sing... sing....
And when a drum beats,
There’s no sorrow, no wounds.
No sorrow, no pain.
They sound in my heart.
Drums of the south.
Runs through my veins that fire that burns.
Fills the soul with emotion.
Drums of the south.
And I walk slowly, with my dreams.
Oh le le leirolo, le le leirolo, le le leirolo....
Oh le le leirolo, le le leirolo, le le leirolo....
Cradle of drums, my friend,
From down south, I speak to you.
They sound in my heart.
Drums of the south.
Runs through my veins that fire that burns.
Fills the soul with emotion.
Drums of the south.
And I walk slowly, with my dreams.
