Rinkinkalla

Rinkinkalla rinkinkalla rinkinkalla
For the folks who don't know
Rinkinkalla
But for this mulatto, no story is worth
Rinkinkalla rinkinkalla

I was born in old Havana, raised by ñia Teresa
My father was fair-skinned, my mother I don't know who she was
My mother I don't know who she was
That's why I'm dark-skinned and in the blood of my veins
I have the fire of a panther, my mother I don't know who she was
My mother I don't know who she was
But I learned on my own, no one taught me
To give fire to the drum, to make the bongo sound
Ay! I was born in old Havana, raised by ñia Teresa
My father was fair-skinned, oh my mother I don't know who she was
My mother I don't know who she was
Ah la la le ro lo le le lo la la la la la
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people
Rinkirinkinkalla black man who knocks down people
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people
Omanati manati manati manawinba
Ay black man knocks down people, people
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people
Manawinba manawinba manawinba
Ay black man who knocks down people manawinba!
Omanati manawinba
(Eeh ahh)
Black man who knocks down people
Listen! My father was fair-skinned, my mother I don't know who she was
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people
(Knock him down)
Go the people of old Havana
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people
(Knock him down)
Because I was born in old Havana and raised by ñia Teresa
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people

Rinkinkalla rinkinkalla black man who knocks down people
Omanati manawinba black man who knocks down people