Tin Marín

They just got wet
And on the shore they are
Drying in the sun
They will soon ring
I feel great pain
In the rib cage
The drum is loosened
And it's because of the humidity

Fire with tears is vapor
Steam with wind is nothing, it goes away
Like rain it will return
To start sowing

Boy, pass me the matches
That wood is going to burn
Boy, pass me the matches
That candle is going to burn
That fire will light the way
Where will we have to go?
Where are you going to do it?

Sing and sing
Until life
It becomes a song
And our fight is just one song

Because that wood is not good for a hut
Because that wood is pure heart
Because that wood is pure heart
Because that wood is not good for a hut

Fragrant wood
To brown jasmine
Precious wood, precious wood
Hope wood, song wood
We will make a hand with that wood
To hit really hard
To whom since always
Hit and hit, hit us

Tin marin, let the candle burn
Tin marín against humidity
Tin marin let the candle burn
Tin marín against humidity
Drummer boy
Quitiplás hands
They just got wet and they start to sound again
Drummer boy
Quitiplás hands
They just got wet and they start to sound again
Tin marin let the candle burn
Tin marin let the candle burn

They just got wet
And on the shore they are
Drying in the sun
They will soon ring
I have a great pain
In the rib cage
The drum is loosened
And it's because of the humidity