Ya Eyaculé

Dress up like a little slut, sweetheart
Drive me crazy
Put on those nylon panties
And then take them off little by little
Don't put me on a diet
I have a little bit left for a joint
And a bolero record
To play with you
Less than a hand's width from your belly button
To stain your garters with cake

I already, already, already ejaculated
(Already?)
I already, already, already ejaculated

Oh, black girl
If you only knew!
Last night I saw you pass by
And I didn't want you to see me
To him you'll do the same as to me
That when I didn't have money
You danced bachata without remembering me

Sóngoro cosongo
Songo bé

Dress up as a nurse, sweetheart
I'm feeling sick
Play a round of love trivial
You're two steps ahead of me
No need for permission
To roll naked on the floor
Like two deaf-mutes
Without another paradise
Than the one my tongue invokes
At the gates of heaven in your mouth

I already, already, already ejaculated
(Already?)
I already, already, already ejaculated

Mamatomba
Serembe cuserembá

The black man sings and gets drunk
The black man gets drunk and sings
The black man sings and leaves

Tamba, tamba, tamba, tamba
Tamba of the black man who knocks down
Knockdown of the black man, damn
Damn, the black man knocks down
Yamba, yambó, yambambé!

Because, dear, sorrows
Are less sorrowful with laughter
And heartburn with antacid
And liquors with ice
And the heart out of time
And nails on the face
A lady told me
Disguised as anyone
Who wanted me to kiss her
As if I didn't love her

I already, already, already ejaculated
(Already?)
I already, already, already ejaculated