Spanish Rumba: Bamboleo / Cantinero de Cuba / Djobí Djobá / La novia del campesino / Me va, Me va / Color Moreno
Raya Real
Spanish Rumba: Swaying / Cuban Bartender / Djobí Djobá / The Peasant's Bride / It Goes, It Goes / Dark Skin Color
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 sun and a tavern
Made of sugar cane, rum, and seawater
She was first a good water
Because love made it bad
Cuban bartender, Cuba, Cuba, Cuban bartender, Cuba, Cuba
Just drinks firewater to forget
Cuban bartender, Cuba, Cuba, Cuban bartender, Cuba, Cuba
Just drinks firewater to forget
Ovi ova, every day I love you more, ovi ovi, ovi ova
Every day I love you more, ovi ovi, ovi ova, every day I love you more
Ovi ova, every day I love you more, ovi ovi, ovi ova
Every day I love you more, ovi ovi, ovi ova, every day I love you more
He spent his days making furrows next to the juniper
She was in the village, behind the window with her sewing
He watered the land with his sweat, waiting for the night with hope
One very tired day he goes to the village to see her
He looked behind the window but she wasn't there behind the bars
Where will my beloved be?, he wondered, the echo of the night answered him
They saw your girlfriend the other morning, talking about loves behind the window
A lad with money has charmed her, separated her from you, took her away
They saw your girlfriend the other morning, talking about loves behind the window
A lad with money has charmed her, separated her from you, took her away
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes life, it goes people from here to there
I like things that are easy to understand, I like true love
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes night and the rich sound of dawn
I like the baggage of swallows and you too, I like true love
Because my guitar is completely in love with you
On my chest, I feel it beating
Because my guitar is completely in love with you
On my chest, I feel it beating
Dark skin color, the color of the faces of the pilgrims
Dark skin color, the one that flamenco dancers have on the paths
Dark skin color, the color of the gypsy woman I love the most
Dark skin color, the color of the sand on the pilgrimage road
I walk the path with pine forests and green meadows, when I see a candle the night stirs
I walk the path with pine forests and green meadows, counting the days left to 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
