Bamboleo

Sway, sway, because I want to live my life like this
Sway, sway, because I want to live my life like this

My Cuba has a rhythm and a bar
Made of sugar cane, rum, and sea water
The bartender is a good Cuban
And a love story made him bad
Bartender from Cuba, Cuba, Cuba
Bartender from Cuba, Cuba, Cuba
He only drinks aguardiente to forget
Bartender from Cuba, Cuba, Cuba
Bartender from Cuba, Cuba, Cuba
He only drinks aguardiente to forget

Obi oba, every day I love you more, obi obi obi oba
Every day I love you more obi obi obi oba every day I love you more
Obi oba, every day I love you more, obi obi obi oba
Every day I love you more obi obi obi oba every day I love you more

He spent his days plowing furrows under the moon
She was in the village behind the window with her sewing
He watered the earth with his sweat waiting for the night with hope
One day very tired he goes to the village to see her
He looked behind the window but she wasn't there behind the bars
Where could my girlfriend be, he wondered and the echo of the night answered him
They saw your girlfriend the other morning, talking about love behind the window
A lad with money has charmed her, separated her from you, taken her away
They saw your girlfriend the other morning, talking about love behind the window
A lad with money has charmed her, separated her from you, taken her away

I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, life goes on, people from here and there
I go for things that are easy to understand, I go for true love
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, the night and the warm sunrise
I go for the landscape, the swallows, and that river, I go for true love

Because my guitar is completely in love with you
I feel it beating on my chest
Because my guitar is completely in love with you
I feel it beating on my chest

Dark color, the color of the faces of the pilgrims
Dark color, the one that the flamenco women have on the paths
Dark color, the color of the gypsy woman I love the most
Dark color, the color of the sand on the pilgrimage road
I walk the path with pine trees and green meadows, the light of a candle, the night and the dew
I walk the path with pine trees and green meadows, counting the days until I see you

There pilgrim, there pilgrim, my heart
To say your name, to say your name, I say Rocío
There pilgrim, there pilgrim, my heart
To say your name, to say your name, I say Rocío

Sway, sway, because I want to live my life like this
Sway, sway, because I want to live my life like this