La Rebelión (Salsa)

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

Brass

An African couple, enslaved by a Spaniard
He treated her badly, and humiliated his partner
And it was there that the handsome black man rebelled, seeking revenge for his love
And you can still hear it at the gate, don’t hit my girl
Chorus: Don’t hit the girl. Don’t hit the girl.

Brass

Hey man, don’t hit the girl, chorus: Don’t hit the girl
Eh, no, no, no, no, no, chorus: Don’t hit the girl
Hey, that girl deserves respect, chorus: Don’t hit the girl
Don’t hit her anymore, don’t hit her anymore, chorus: Don’t hit the girl

Brass

Abuser, don’t hit the girl, chorus: Don’t hit the girl
For the soul, for the soul, for the soul to burst. Chorus: Don’t hit the girl
Don’t hit the girl.