Pa'que Afinquen

Chorus:
(To dig in, I sing a son
To dig in).

I kept quiet
Other soneros sang
They freed the nine zeros
That I once dedicated to them
Now I understand why
They failed in their intention
Oh look, they don't sing from the heart
And there's no clave they don't skip
That's why, to dig in
Here I bring you my son.

I'm not looking for trouble
I don't want to teach anyone
But it gives strength to sing
With my feet on the ground
In my guajira lies
The deep understanding
Philosophical expression
That neither sins nor commits crimes
He who throws iron to his dig in
Singing a rich son.

Chorus:
(To dig in).

Now the ghost has appeared
Listen to the rumba I bring you
So you can enjoy the rumba like I do
To dig in, to enjoy
From seven to twelve
To dig in, to dance my guaguancó
That's it, listen to what I'm saying
Enjoy like I do

The bomb has exploded
The rumba has ignited
Dance like I dance
So they can dig in the rumba
Good rumbero enters the clave
If you don't enter, I'll leave you outside
Enter so you can dig in the big rumba
To dig in, to enjoy

If you're not worth it, don't sneak in.