Casa de Bamba

In my house, everyone is a badass
Everyone drinks, everyone sambas
In my house, there's no gossip about the neighbor
We don't talk about others, we don't care about nonsense
In my house, no one cares about drama
Everyone curses, everyone fights
Voodoo in my house
has black chicken, palm oil
but the litany in my house
has pretty prayers and cornmeal to eat
If someone is distressed
everyone cries, everyone suffers
but then we pray to Saint Benedict
to our lady and to Saint Onofre
but if someone is singing
everyone sings, everyone dances
everyone sambas and no one gets tired
because my house is a house of badass