Son Montuno

High songo, the maya is burning, high songo

Bring on the bomba, the bomba from the hill!

The Sonora Matancera
Chapottin and Rumbavana
Are the groups where you shine
They showed their sonera voice
In the son, challenging anyone
With rhythm and powerful voice
And Celia Cruz (who is absent)
Will confirm what I say
Don't let them deceive you, my friend
If there's son, shine is present

They call me the liar
That's what made me popular
And when it's time to sing
I'm friendly and funny
With my guarachas and joy
Even if I always sing alone
My voice has reached the pole
As strong as a ceiba tree
And if Pio Leyva sings
Even the lame Manolo dances

With a tight marañon
And the 'bibuiagua' step
My voice is heard in the quaguas
Squares, ballrooms, and gazebos
Manuel Licea respects the strict music
And in my heart, my singing
Agitates with Julio Cuevas
Where with new malice
They put a little sting, a little sting

Today I sing about what I see
With renowned singers
But I'm not intimidated
Because I'm a 'Maceo'
And even though singing is not a walk in the park
Singing with so many soneros
I have a sharp beak
From San Antonio to Maisí
I sing around there
And you have to tip your hat

Eat up, Ry Cooder!