Danzon

(one two Three)

Verse 1:
If you think your flight is running out, don't.
This is starting
The danzón has already started playing (pararara)
And it's not over, no
The passage of time imposes respect
And quality goes hand in hand with quantity,
It comes (it comes) it comes setting the tone and the feeling
My life starts from within
What I feel always comes out
It's true I say it and I commit
I am responsible and I regret it
But I think it's growth
For now it is in the best moment
The dawn always appears correcting the dusk
And the things that are seen being born
You have to see them mature and grow

Verse 2:
Living luckily and clandestinely
But he wasn't dead, he was just absent.
If it stops suddenly, never indifferent
The danzón has not ended and it remains the same as always
If the heart continues
United rhythms over illusion
Night after night the voice is heard
Those of drums, chords and son

Chorus:
Command by obeying in the danzón
Songoro cosongo songe be
Songoro cosongo de mamey
That is being danced in every corner
What is ringing in your heart

Verse 3:
It sounds like the cards are on the table
There is no one to stop this, no one moves.
That's right, everything has its time and if you are willing
To sow and cultivate you have to see the fruit ripen
As far as it can go you just have to develop
Expand, just create, the place is immense
Enough space to cohabit
Listen my land echoes
Concrete makes its way between the mountains
Smoke signals that are growing more every day
trying to communicate
Exposing the insides to the light as they go
Without deleting anything without covering anything without hiding anything
Real testimonies are presented
The feeling is nothing but pure truths

Verse 4:
Gathering luckily and discreetly
More was not far respectively
If what moves comes from the belly
The danzón did not end and it must continue forever
If the opportunity has arisen
Certain sounds of imagination
Day by day the sun visits
Those of drums, chords and son

Chorus:
Command by obeying in the danzón
Songoro cosongo songe be
Songoro cosongo de mamey
It is keeping silence of movement
Fasting from color and sound
Being an old woman and a child
And let yourself go...