Eso Es Mondar

DJ Marimonda, Carlos Vives
For the marimondas of the world

There are words in the language that have gained a bad reputation
And even though justice proclaims, they call them vulgar
It's the case of one of them that they mention with more desire
For the good and for the bad, and that word is peeling

That's peeling, that's peeling
That word is peeling
That's peeling, that's peeling
And I'm going to explain it to you

Forgive me, my friends, with such thoughts
If it's already in a document from the royal academy
That it's clear and absolute and there's no dispute
To remove the skin from a fruit and then that's peeling

That's peeling, that's peeling
What does peeling mean?
That's peeling, that's peeling
What does peeling mean?

And with you, the Elvis from Cienaga
And if luck doesn't want to love you
And if the motorcycle doesn't want to start
And if the neighbor doesn't stop bothering

Keep going and tell them that's peeling
When people surprise you again
Because something good had to happen to you
If it seems like there's nothing better
Then tell them that's peeling

When will love come?
And light up the souls of humanity
When will it be, Velilla prayed?
Oh, my God. There are so many tongues in Barranquilla!

From Vía 40, chorus of marimondas
León Caridi, Barrio Abajo, Barranquilla!
It's going to fall, it's going to fall
It's going to fall, this peeling
It's going to fall, it's going to fall
Long live Junior, your dad!

So many things have been said about this confessed word
They say it came from 'mondieu' exclaimed by the French
And in truth, it's from Castile, and it means peeling
And there's nothing like it, for stress and discontent
To shout that's peeling, with total conviction!

That's peeling, that's peeling
That word is peeling
That's peeling, that's peeling
That word is peeling
That's peeling, that's peeling

And if the one who has doesn't want to understand
And if the one who kills doesn't stop killing
And if the one who lies doesn't stop lying
Keep going and tell them that's peeling

And if the team doesn't put passion
When the politician steals from you again
And if they don't dance to this beautiful song
Then say they're not worth a damn

Oh, what fault do I have, of eating the alphabet
If I come from Spanish, but born in Samario
Oh, what fault do I have, that people love me
If I'm happy with them, even under a bridge!

That word is peeling
That word is peeling
That word is peeling
And long live the carnival!

You really talk peeling!