These are the drums that here in my land were left
between tropical manigua and cununo
a song like asking heaven and heaven my sadness took
in this sincere tribute my life I give
in this dance of chancaca which is folklore
it's sweet rain is sun
and in an afternoon my people I work and luckily I also get the fuck!
That they know in puerto rico that is the land of the gibarito
to New York I give my song forgive me that I do not dedicate
to Panama, Venezuela to all all brothers
that the group niche apologizes asks for it is not our fault
that on the Pacific coast to a town that we take it
and in the soul they hit us and with another we did not compare
there there carino tenderness of sabrosura
the leathers go in the blood of the small one until the biggest one
Negritos like us of joy always in the face
to you my Buenaventura with love we dedicate it to you !!
If I go from the road to the beach I walk two steps ..
Buenaventura is now more tasty
If I go from the road to the beach I walk two steps ..
Buenaventura is now more tasty
And if I check the same street as I adorn it so that it passes
my beautiful brown
If I go from the road to the beach I walk two steps ..
Buenaventura is now more tasty
What good times those pilota, mount king, the Pinal and my Caney
If I go from the road to the beach I walk two steps ..
Buenaventura is now more tasty
Tasty I enjoy it! in the gallery eating delicious sancocho with coconut!
If I go from the road to the beach I walk two steps ..
Buenaventura is now more tasty
I tell you I'm a witness when the tasty rumba
on the tile I punish!
If I go from the road to the beach I walk two steps ..
Buenaventura is now more tasty
Oh they are from the hill are with sabrosura
and the one who sings to you is a son of Buenaventura!
If I go from the road to the beach I walk two steps ..
Buenaventura is now more tasty
The same as for your streets ...
I saw a brunette go by ... who would be thinking retrono!
It will be the same as I think
When I see her walking!
My Buenaventura ... Buenaventura and Caney ...
My Buenaventura ... Buenaventura and Caney ...
Strike Strike Strike Strike Strike Strike Strike Strike
and here we wake up!
Until he knows me!
Until they take me out of the party todditito drunk!
Until I know Cacho!
But if they ask for a weight ... I'm bent over!
Until I know Cacho!
And here I go straight to the party of San Pacho!
Until I know Cacho!
Until I get up I want to!
Until I know Cacho!
Until six in the morning!
Until I know Cacho!
And you have a tremendous problem with me if you come to take E-A!
Until I know Cacho!
And until I know a bit!
Until I know Cacho!
After I spill out there who comes to move me then!
Until I know Cacho!
we take the owner, we knock down the house and we continue in Bembe !!
Until I know Cacho!
Long live Buenaventura!
Until I know Cacho!
But may Buenaventura live!
Until I know Cacho!
All the Pacific and its blackness!
Until I know Cacho!
The Dance of the Chancaca !!
Buenaventura and Caney !!!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)