Tambores Del Sur
SOLEDAD
Southern Drums
Oh, le le leirolo, le le leirolo, le le leirolo...
Cradle of drums, my friend,
I speak to you from here in the south.
Race of mixed blood, unfaithful world.
There is no language that separates me,
when the one that sounds is a drum.
Although history took away
its keys and secrets.
The key was taken away.
They sound in my heart.
Drums of the south,
that fire that burns runs through my veins.
Fills the soul with emotion.
Drums of the south,
and I walk slowly, with my dreams.
The earth is our mother
and loves us all the same.
Tries to unite our souls, unfaithful world.
There is no language that separates us.
Sing... sing... sing...
And when a drum sounds,
there is no sorrow, no wound.
There is no sorrow, no pain.
They sound in my heart.
Drums of the south,
that fire that burns runs through my veins.
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,
I speak to you from here in the south.
