Arroz con habichuelas

This is not a ballad, this is not rock
This is Salsa, Son, and Rumba.
This is not a light salad
Rice with beans and vianda is what there is.

This is not what you think
Don't go throwing yourself.
If you didn't learn it thoroughly
The clave will knock you down.

This has its little trick.
This is not hit and run.
This takes its years (Rafael!)
To be played as it should be

CHORUS

This is not A and B,
This goes all the way to Z.
This is not daddy, mommy, and baby,
This is the complete lesson.

This is not found in books,
It's not taught in the academy.
This is little by little,
Then the effort is rewarded.

CHORUS

Four decades Gran Combo in the kitchen
Cooking Salsa for the Latin people.

No, it's not a light diet salad
Ask Juan José who brought the recipe.

It's the cadence of the elegant Son from Cuba
And the Swing from New York always moving forward.

Flavor, flavor, flavor of the old school
Caribbean Salsa, rumba, plena.
Not learned even in the finest academy.
In the street, street, street, corner party.
I bring melao. How rich and tasty the tumbao.

This is what there is, this is what there is.