Raza

Bomba Estéreo

Race

Race...

If you’re wondering where I came from
Half from the sea
Half from the river
I love to sing to my friends
Sing to the wind, to the heat and the cold
I’d love to reach you
Political stance: undefined
Relationship: stable and not committed
Perfect drink: cold beer, hey!

And my speech is very simple and unwritten
But if you want to know, I’ll explain it
With the percussion, I multiply
I echo and echo, and that’s why I critique you
I’m not a fan of protests
But I still respect your proposal
It’s that analytical stuff that sometimes stinks
What annoys me is complaining and doing nothing

I wasn’t born rasta, no
And I’m telling you straight up
But I grew up by the sea
Close to the people
With the blazing sun at 2:20
When the sweat gets hot
And sometimes I complain about the president
About the dumb women, the smart ones
I don’t want to sing to those who are absent
I want to sing to those who are present

I don’t have a visa or a valid passport
But I want my music to reach other continents
To those who speak English
To those who don’t understand it
If I can’t travel, let the music try
Hot and direct so it hits you hard
Yeah! This music is for the smart people
For Bogotá and Barranquilla
I love cumbia because it’s simple, hey!!
Because it’s simple, hey!!
Because it’s simple, hey!!

And that’s my race
My folklore
And this is the cumbia that I sing to you
And that’s my race
My folklore
From deep within the heart
And that’s my race
My folklore
And this is the cumbia that I sing to you
And that’s my race
My folklore
My folklore
My folklore
My folklore
My folklore
My folklore
And this is the cumbia that I sing to you
From deep within the heart
That’s my race
That’s my folklore
(My race) And this is the cumbia that I sing to you
And this is the music that I sing to you