De Amor y Guerra

I bring a rhythm for my brothers
That springs from the center of the earth
A mix of Uruguayan and African
Candombe is of love and war

With newspaper paper, tuning on the corner
People gather, the bar explodes
It flows in the language of the candomberos
Key on the wood, sound of the leather
An ancient legacy endures over time
For generations free as the wind
Sacred music of Montevideo
That kept enduring within my people

Listen, but don't get confused
This rhythm is deep-rooted
And it breaks down hypocrisy
And no one comes out of the grave

Listen, this heritage must be respected
Play only if it's from the soul
For the hands that always bleed

Elalalele elalalele elalaleleeeelelela

Open your mind, not everything is fashion
Purebred dogs, cell phones bombs
Well-advertised hamburger combos
The Elmo flow of the flat or slightly dented
Don't let what they advertise govern you
Even if they justify it through the media
That you have to ask for money because there's none
There are many alligators lending it

Listen, don't let the snake embrace you
Even if you cross the zebra crossing well
Still look both ways
Because more than one has already been stepped on

Listen, if there's no money for milanesa
What's the point of mayonnaise
I'd rather have a beer
Even if my head splits

Of loves ooh
And wars ooh
Drums ohhh
My land... X2

Of loves and wars
Drums my land
That come sounding through the streets
Yeee ee... Candombe

That come sounding
All the candomberos
Through all the neighborhoods
Through all my town
Yeee ee, candombe

I bring a rhythm for my brothers
That springs from the center of the earth
A mix of Uruguayan and African
Candombe is of love and war