Cimarrón

I want you to know the story
Of the maroon, when he suffered
When he arrived in America
Know why he rebelled

It was the years of 1590
When he arrived in Cartagena
A black man named Benkos Biójo
It was the years of 1590

I want you to know the story
Of the maroon, when he suffered
When he arrived in America
Know why he rebelled

It was the years of 1590
When without family he was seen
The mountain path he chose

And the palenques began
His rebellion began
With stick, ax and machete
The black man also armed himself
Sunday a Castilian man
What he never accepted
And the origin of his race
Until death he defended
Zulus, Bantu
Mandingas and Yoruba

It was 150 years
Abuse and adversity
It was 150 years
To know your freedom

I have to do the maroon thing
When he sought his release
When he felt the oppressive yoke
Monte inside became a lion

I have to do the maroon thing
With shovel and machete in hand
He even got into the mountain

And emulating the legend he said
Here I am again
I have to do the maroon thing
Salseros and montuneros
Here my bomb sounded
I have to do the maroon thing
I, I am the rumba
That the other enjoyed

I have to do the maroon thing
I have to do the maroon thing

I have to do the maroon thing
Little tiptoe, what a rumbita, little tiptoe
I have to do the maroon thing
I would like to draw strength
and become a samson
I have to do the maroon thing
and take the flag
Of emancipation

I have to do the maroon thing
with my sauce
With my rumba how beautiful

I have to do the maroon thing
When he sought his release
When he felt the oppressive yoke
Monte inside became a lion