Raza

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

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

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

If you like rock
I like the one from Santa Marta, yeah!
Oh for my neighborhood

Listen up, man
This is the house
This is the house
Come by whenever you want

And that’s my race
And that’s my race
And that’s my race
And that’s my race