Canela

I want to die in a unique way
I want a carnival goodbye
I want your black cinnamon voice to hear
With its sincere natural freshness

I want I want you mopping a come, come
I don't want candles I don't want a sermon listen well
I want the voice of that mulatto, a trombone
Dying in time of day, blessing

Cinnamon, cinnamon your plaintive voice
Bathed in the fragrance of tasty rum
Your song, the bustle, the neighborhood and the sound
They will be my sweet prayer, a good thing

Black cinnamon, intoxicate me with your voice
The people of the beach say
If cinnamon proclaims you danzon
Heaven opens the gate for you, what a pleasure!

Cinnamon, cinnamon your plaintive voice
Bathed in the fragrance of tasty rum
Your song, the bustle, the neighborhood and the sound
They will be my sweet prayer, a good thing

I want to die to the lullaby of your voice
And a requiem in guajira and rum
May I know the reason for your inspiration
A rumbero heart died here

I want joy, I want a great vacation
I don't want crying, sadness or pain
And they tell me that I was a good singer
What he gave for women and love

Cinnamon, cinnamon your plaintive voice
Bathed in the fragrance of tasty rum
Your song, the bustle, the neighborhood and the sound
They will be my sweet prayer, a good thing

Black cinnamon give me your blessing
And to my old consolation
Your voice will ring with the bells
And the sky will know that there I come

Father God, my only judge, my witness, my director

Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon
That mulatto does have flavor, yes
Cinnamon
To die I only want your voice
Cinnamon
Oh whisper a song in my ear
Cinnamon
A song, a love song

Cinnamon
That mulatto does have flavor, yes
Cinnamon
To die I only want your voice
Cinnamon
Under the street of the flavor that goes there
Cinnamon
Under the street of flavor I come here

Cinnamon
Oh whisper a song in my ear
Cinnamon
A song, a love song
Cinnamon
Oh, I'm leaving, I'm leaving for heaven
Cinnamon
Oh, I'm already gone, I'm already gone to heaven