La Pesadilla

Last night
I had nightmares
I dreamed of an existence
Without guaguancó, son, bolero, and cha cha cha

I traveled through the cities
I went to see all the people
Soulless, empty
Looking for a little salsa!

I was missing the party
To chase away my sorrow
How to say I love you
Without offering you a bolero

There was no flavor
No desire, no will
Upon waking up
With this tale, I realized that

Without salsa, there are no flavors
No rhythm without guaguancó
Without guaracha, there's no fun
No bolero without love

Without cha cha, there's no joy
No heart without danzón
Without montuno, there's no madness
No guajira without having a rum

And without the eight? I go crazy!

Where is it? My pra pra, cuprapra, cupra cupra
But where is it? It left at night and never returned
Where is it? My pra pra, cuprapra, cupra cupra
Without the chumba talker, nor the ringing bell, I can't do anything, ma'am, tell me the time!
Where is it? My pra pra, cuprapra, cupra cupra
I can't live, I can't dream, if I'm missing my cupra cupra cupra
Where is it? My pra pra, cuprapra, cupra cupra
Celia Cruz, there's rum, Tito Puente, where are you?
Where is it? My pra pra, cuprapra, cupra cupra

Here the salsa rules, the gang is formed
Bell and mongolla, the party has begun!
With the powerful salsa, I want the quimba
To break the skins, let the timbale sound

Trumpet, trombone, saxophone, will form the rumbón!
Party, a good bolero
Son guaracha and quimbero
Quimbara cumbara quimbara cumbara quimbara
Quimbara cumbara quimbara cumbara quimbara cumbara
Quimbara cumbara quimbara cumbara

Where is it? My pra pra, cuprapra, cupra cupra
Where is it? My pra pra, cuprapra, cupra cupra!