Blessed Tite that I work, that grinds!
Nabori, where your love ended,
Nabori, I'm sorry for your heart.
Nabori, where your love ended
Nabori, I'm sorry for your heart.
Nabori forever denied you
as a cruel punishment
what your soul dreamed
nor hope for peace
nor hope of love
cane, mill and mill
from sunrise to sunset, chorus, I came.
Nabori, where your love ended,
Nabori, I'm sorry for your heart.
Chorus:
(Nabori, I'm sorry for your heart)
Right there your heart ended
right there you stayed
struggling on the stove.
And how they abuse my black
they do not give him a chance
pa'que come to enjoy the rumba and the rich are.
Nabori, bori, bori
I bring you the sauce you asked me
that I have it look good pa'ti, pa'ti
My heart. my heart
Why will he continue crying?
this gets good, yes yes.
~
Mamacita with the cane, the trapiche
and all that grinding
that's where the rumba is born and this rumba is for you.
From overnight
do not give you a chance mommy
pa'la rumba the rumba, the rumba came, came.
But I know that the rumba always
it gets, good, good, good, good
Oh! This rumba is for you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)