Bailantera

I'm just a simple brown girl
From the alleys of the hood
And I'm a brown girl, not just any girl
I'm a girl from the block
I'm far from gold and riches
And close to the folks living in poverty

And they want to offend me when they call me a hood rat
They'd be happier if one day they understood
That I am who I am, that I have a heart
And I live my way, shaking my hips

Ah, I'm a black dancer
Ah, and I've got brown skin
Ah, I live dancing cumbia
Ah, to the rhythm of the grave

I'm just a simple brown girl
From the alleys of the hood
And I'm a brown girl, not just any girl
I'm a girl from the block
I'm far from gold and riches
And close to the folks living in poverty

And they want to offend me when they call me a hood rat
They'd be happier if one day they understood
That I am who I am, that I have a heart
And I live my way, shaking my hips

Ah, I'm a black dancer
Ah, and I've got brown skin
Ah, I live dancing cumbia
Ah, to the rhythm of the grave

Ah, I'm a black dancer
Ah, and I've got brown skin
Ah, I live dancing cumbia
Ah, to the rhythm of the grave