Caña Seca y Un Membrillo
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
Dry cane and a quince
Dark-skinned girl lies frightened,
the ant fell asleep on her.
- God no longer wants her to dance...-
she told me and suffocated me.
Let's go, dark-skinned girl, dance until the end!
Come on, dark-skinned girl, do it for me.
The curve hasn't gotten wet,
nor has my animal skidded.
Brunette, I saw your wet shirt, drying and I snatched it!
Get out harmful little chest,
a miracle will make you change,
a little piece of cane, blown
and this buzzing rhythm.
Your body impatiently shakes, brunette,
your body got impatient.
- God can't keep me still anymore!-
she told me, run, run, hurry up!
Let's go, dark-skinned girl, dance until the end!
Come on, dark-skinned girl, do it for me.
