La Parranda Se Canta
The Latin Brothers
The Party is Sung
Today I make the guitar sweat my skin
A thousand roots that flood me from yesterday
A verse from my childhood
And a countryman who nourishes me with ink and paper
Gathering, I feel in the voice
Party, lute and sound
Gathering, I feel in the voice
Party, lute and sound
I think of this morning of güiro and tres
Of maracas and claves that do me good
Stools dozing on a wall
Laughter of aguardiente and coffee
Gathering, I feel in the voice
Today that I feel this song
Full of so much joy
I listen to your melody
I am reborn in your inspiration
From here you sprout ramón
From here you sprout acanda
Through my young blood
The field of its beats
Singers of a hundred born
To the rhythm of this party
That the party is sung, is sung
Is sung, is sung, oh let it be sung
Let it be sung, let it be sung and sung again
Don't throw stones at me, my darling
It's a tough thing
Throw me with lightning, my darling
Of your beauty
That the party is sung
Peninsular traveler
How you have become Cubanized
That without a lovebird in love
You were summoned to the palm grove, well
That the party
The party of Sancti Spíritus
Has joy and flavor
Pepilla, the perfume of a flower
Manuela, and the freshness of the morning
That the party
Guacanayara
Oh, little palm grove
When I am dying
Come, mother, and give me a little kiss
That the party
Gathering, I feel in the voice
