Candombe Mulato
Illapu
Mulatto Candombe
Black with white features
White with black features
Never want to hide
What comes from within
In the depths of the blood
You carry two bloods beating
Never want to extinguish
The drum of the ancestors
Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto come that hand
That makes chas, chas, on the drum
Mix of black and white
Mix of white and black
Let's go, let's go once
To the drum of the dark-skinned
Dance, dance, but think
That life is not a game
Nor giving in to the zamba, are
With money or without money
Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto come that hand
That makes chas, chas, on the drum
Life is not mulatto
A matter of blood or hair
That man thinks better
With a full stomach
Dance, dance but think
That you must use your brain
So that the men of the whole world
Think better
