Candombe Para José

With much love, black Joe plays candombe
He has the color of the night on his skin
He is very happy drumming
Blessed he is; black friend Joe

Filled with love in the looks when he dances
The drum of his eyes seems to speak
And his devilish shirt wants to jump
Black friend Joe

Forgive me if I tell you, black Joe
That you are a devil, but friend, black Joe
Your future goes with me, black Joe
I tell you why I know

You have no apparent sorrow
But sorrows abound for you, black Joe
You leave them in the dance
I know very well; black friend Joe

Forgive me if I tell you, black Joe
That you are a devil, but friend, black Joe
Your future goes with me, black Joe
I tell you why I know

La, la, la, la, la, la
He is very happy drumming
Blessed he is, black friend Joe