Camagüey (part. Vicente García)

And here comes the camagüey
Tired of talking to him
He quickly starts to dance
Sweating until dawn
Smoked, prostrated before the king
Already tired of waiting
The new suns

The yembé hits hard
The rhythm under the skin, prophesying its truth
Like a decadent, buzzing, defying the law
That extinguishes the fire of the giver, lost at sea

Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too
Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too

The blood is thick until six
Memories of the good old days
Fading without stopping, the soul hurts

And resigned, he goes to row
Even though people shout at him from there (hey)
Be careful camagüey
It's lovesickness

Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too
Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too

Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too
Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too

Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too
Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too

Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too
Don't pretend camagüey, life is not a trip
Don't pretend camagüey, things are enjoyed here too