Sarandonga

Sarandonga we're going to eat
Sarandonga a rice with codfish
Sarandonga up there in the high of the port
Sarandonga tomorrow is Sunday
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga and listen to me sing!

When I had money, they called me 'everything'
When I had money, they called me 'everything'
Now that I don't have it anymore, OH! they call me 'everything is wrong'
LIKE THAT!

Sarandonga we're going to eat
Sarandonga a rice with codfish
Sarandonga up there in the high of the port
Sarandonga tomorrow is Sunday
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga and listen to me sing!

I don't eat beans anymore, because they make me feel very bad
I don't eat beans anymore, because they make me feel very bad
And then people live COUSIN! eat nonsense

Sarandonga we're going to eat
Sarandonga a rice with codfish
Sarandonga up there in the high of the port
Sarandonga tomorrow is Sunday
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga and listen to me sing!

Gypsies and non-gypsies, they shake hands with grace
With joy and good singing, we love them as brothers
Some throw them head-on, and others, throw them sideways
But the rumba is the mother and there we all sing to them OH!

Sarandonga we're going to eat
Sarandonga a rice with codfish
Sarandonga up there in the high of the port
Sarandonga tomorrow is Sunday
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga and listen to me sing!

This life must be drunk, in sips of crystal
This life must be drunk, in sips of crystal
A sip for us and another, for what they give us

Sarandonga we're going to eat
Sarandonga a rice with codfish
Sarandonga up there in the high of the port
Sarandonga tomorrow is Sunday
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga and listen to me sing!

I don't eat beans anymore, because they make me feel very bad
I don't eat beans anymore, because they make me feel very bad
And then people live COUSIN! eat nonsense

Sarandonga we're going to eat
Sarandonga a rice with codfish
Sarandonga up there in the high of the port
Sarandonga tomorrow is Sunday
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga and listen to me sing!

Gypsies and non-gypsies, they shake hands with grace
With joy and good singing, we love them as brothers
Some throw them head-on, and others, throw them sideways
But the rumba is the mother and there we all sing to them OH!

Sarandonga we're going to eat
Sarandonga a rice with codfish
Sarandonga up there in the high of the port
Sarandonga tomorrow is Sunday
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga and listen to me sing
Sarandonga and listen to me sing
Sarandonga and listen to me sing
Sarandonga...listen to me sing