Barlovento

Headwind, headwind,
Burning land and drum,
Land of the fulías and good black women,
Who celebrate
Their tight waist
And to the sound of the curve
And the taki-taki of the mine.

Delicious that moves the body
The woman from headwind when she walks,
How good it sounds the takiti-taki-taki
Over the mine.

Let the conunqueros come
For the dance of Saint John,
For the mine is tuned to play
The tikita-tikitá, tikita-kita-tikitá.

Let the conunqueros come
For the dance of Saint John,
For the mine is tuned to finish
The tikita-tikitá, tikita-kita-tikitá.