Recuerdo de Cumbia

Cumbia creeps into my veins
When I see my dark-skinned man dancing it
Cumbia creeps into my veins
When I see my dark-skinned man dancing it

His feet dancing stir up the sand
His feet dancing stir up the sand

And with the waves they create melodies
That inspire me a cumbia
And with the waves they create melodies
That inspire me a cumbia

I sing to the moon, dance of black folks
Unpleasant memory of pirates
Night falls, light your candles
The cumbia dancer is waiting

Cumbia tastes like a legend
Memory of daring Indian warriors
Cumbia tastes like a legend
Memory of daring Indian warriors

Christopher Columbus with three caravels
Christopher Columbus with three caravels

Cries, crickets, and chains' clamor
Forged the black cumbia
Cries, crickets, and chains' clamor
Forged the black cumbia

The night loses starry eyes
You have cumbia in your veins, dark-skinned one
You have cumbia in your veins, dark-skinned one

The Caribbean roars with notes of foam
Drums sound, cumbia is born
Drums sound, cumbia is born
Drums sound, cumbia is born

I sing to the moon, dance of black folks
Unpleasant memory of pirates
Night falls, light your candles
The cumbia dancer is waiting