De Chicos Tamborileros
Cielo Arriba
Drumming Boys
Old Mama's Parasol
Gramilleros' sticks
Vests and espadrilles
Of drumming boys
The Mondongo neighborhood
The Tambor neighborhood
Were neighborhoods of Candombe
Candombe borocotó
Slaves' drums dance
Dark bodies vibrate
They advance with short steps
Looking at the sky
Old Mama's Parasol
Gramilleros' sticks
Vests and espadrilles
Of drumming boys
Borocotó borocotó
Borocotó chas chás
In the San Telmo neighborhood
In the Montserrat neighborhood
They remember what they didn't see
What's behind the sea
The parade no longer passes by
Nor do they hear its chains
The thunder-drums don't sound
On the sidewalks
Old Mama's Parasol
Gramilleros' sticks
Vests and espadrilles
Of drumming boys
