La Rebelión (Salsa)

In the 1600s, when the tyrant ruled
The streets of Cartagena, that story lived
When those slave traders arrived there, Africans in chains
They kissed my land, perpetual slavery

Brass

An African couple, slaves of a Spaniard
He mistreated her very badly, and humiliated her partner
And it was there that the handsome black man revealed himself, as revenge for his love
And you can still hear it on the fence, don't hit my black girl
Chorus: Don't hit the black girl. Don't hit the black girl

Bras

Hey man, don't hit the black girl, chorus: Don't hit the black girl
Ehh, no, no no no eno no, no, chorus: Don't hit the black girl
Hey, that black woman respects me. Chorus: Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit her anymore, don't hit her anymore, don't hit her anymore chorus: Don't hit the black girl

Brass

Abuser who hits a girl in chorus: Don't hit the black girl
So, so that the soul, so that the soul, so that the soul bursts. Chorus: Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit the black girl