Por tu voz - Celia Cruz, La Sonora Matancera

Celia-

No sé qué tiene tu voz que fascina

No sé qué tiene tu voz tan divina

Que en mágico vuelo le trae consuelo a mi corazón

Vicente-

No sé qué tiene tu voz que domina con embrujo de magia a mi pasión

Celia y Vicente-

Tu voz se adentró en mi ser y la tengo presa

Tu voz que es tañer de campanas al morir la tarde

Celia-

Tu voz que es gemir de violines en las madrugadas

Celia y Vicente-

Que es el divino poder que tienes mi bien para enternecer

Tu voz que es susurro de palmas ternura de brisa

Tu voz que es trinar de cenzontles en la enramada

Vicente-

Tu voz cristalino torrente cual una cascada

Celia y Vicente-

Dios te bendiga mi bien, tu gracia y tu ser que me hacen soñar

Vicente-

Y qué soy para ti mi negra?!

Celia-

AZÚCAR

Celia y Vicente-

Tu voz se adentró en mi ser y la tengo presa

Tu voz que es tañer de campanas al morir la tarde

Celia-

Tu voz que es gemir de violines en las madrugadas

Celia y Vicente-

Es el divino poder que tienes mi bien para enternecer

Tu voz que es susurro de palmas, ternura de brisa

Tu voz que es trinar de cenzontles en la enramada

Vicente-

Tu voz cristalino torrente cual una cascada

Celia y Vicente-

Dios te bendiga mi bien tu gracia y tu ser que me hacen soñar

Vicente-

SALE

Celia-

I don't know what has your voice that fascinates

I don't know what has your voice so divine

That in magical flight brings comfort to my heart

Vicente-

I don't know what it is about your voice that dominates my passion with a spell of magic

Celia and Vicente-

Your voice penetrated my being and I have it imprisoned

Your voice that is the ringing of bells at the end of the afternoon

Celia-

Your voice that is the moan of violins at dawn

Celia and Vicente-

What is the divine power that you have my good to soften

Your voice that is the whisper of palms tenderness of the breeze

Your voice that is trilling of cenzontles in the enramada

Vicente-

Your crystalline torrent voice like a waterfall

Celia and Vicente-

God bless you my good, your grace and your being that make me dream

Vicente-

And what am I to you my black?!

Celia-

SUGAR

Celia and Vicente-

Your voice penetrated my being and I have it imprisoned

Your voice that is the ringing of bells at the end of the afternoon

Celia-

Your voice that is the moan of violins at dawn

Celia and Vicente-

It is the divine power that you have my good to soften

Your voice that is a whisper of palms, tenderness of a breeze

Your voice that is trilling of cenzontles in the enramada

Vicente-

Your crystalline torrent voice like a waterfall

Celia and Vicente-

God bless you my good your grace and your being that make me dream

Vicente-

COMES OUT