Los Cangrejos
Karamelo Santo
The Crabs
Uh, mama ieh!
Salaque, salaque, salaque!
We are not starfish,
We are river crabs,
Arriving all wet,
Backwards, against the current,
Stumbling on the paths,
We are not starfish,
We are river crabs,
Who join with anyone,
Who plan the epic,
That only pays friends,
We are not starfish,
We are the gentle flame,
We are what we want!
We want!
We want!
Uh, mama ieh!
Salaque, salaque, salaque!
The crabs without waste,
Risking their skin,
Dancing like fools,
Because here no one is old,
We dance pironga,
To the rhythm of milonga,
And sometimes in mandanga,
We sneak in milanga,
We are the saints who sing,
One single song,
Light all the candles,
So this river poisons itself,
Leave your religion outside,
And come up with the rebellious song,
From the mountain to the sea,
We come just to see you enjoy,
To see you dance,
So let's see how you move,
With this mama
