Al Son Del Tambor

This rumba dedicated
To a very noble gypsy
Who learned with grace in a neighborhood
And how to do the fan

This rumba that I sing
I sing it with love
So that everyone knows
The gift he left

With the sound of a table
And sitting on a chair
The rumba is no longer sung
As El Pescaílla used to sing

And to the beat of the drum
Dancing this rumba
Playing the drum
And moving her hips

This rumba has strength
And shines as bright as the Sun
No one would touch the rumba
Like Antonio played it
He sang it in a thousand languages
And a very Catalan Englishman
With his gypsy art
They couldn't resist

With his war dance
And his shirt would tear
The rumba is no longer sung
As El Pescaílla used to sing

And to the beat of the drum
Dancing this rumba
Playing the drum
And moving her hips

With his war dance
And his shirt would tear
The rumba is no longer sung
As El Pescaílla used to sing

And to the beat of the drum
Dancing this rumba
Playing the drum
And moving her hips

And the guitars are looking at the Sun
Of this rich rumba lerere lerere ley