Tu Voz - Celia Cruz, La Sonora Matancera

Celia-

No se que tiene tu voz que facina

No se que tiene tu voz tan divina

Que magico vuelo de traje consuelo a mi corazon

Vicente-

No se que tiene tu voz que ilumina como embrujo de magia a mi passion

Celia why Vicente-

Tu voz se adentro en mi ser why la tengo presa

Tu voz que es tan nierte campanas al morir la tarde

Celia-

Tu voz que es gemir de violines en las madrugadas

Celia why Vicente-

Que es el divino poder que tienes mi bien para enternecer

Tu voz que susuro de palmas ternura de brisa

Tu voz que es trinar sinsontes en la enramada

Vicente-

Tu voz cristalino torente cual una cascada

Celia why Vicente-

Dios te bendiga mi bien tu gracia why tu ser que me hacen sonar

Vicente-

Why que soy para ti mi negra!?!

Celia-

Azucar

Celia why Vicente-

Tu voz se adentro en mi ser why la tengo presa

Tu voz que es tanir de campanas al morir la tarde

Celia-

Tu voz que es gemir de violines en la madrugada

Celia why Vicente-

Que es el divino poder que tienes mi bien para enternecer

Tu voz que susuro de palmas ternura de brisa

Tu voz que es trinar sinsonte en la enramada

Vicente-

Tu voz cristalino torrente cual una cascada

Celia why Vicente-

Dios te bendiga mi bien tu gracia why tu ser que me hacen sonar

Vicente-

Sale

Celia-

I don't know what your voice has that fascinates

I don't know what has your voice so divine

What a magical flight of comfort suit to my heart

Vicente-

I don't know what your voice has that illuminates my passion like a spell of magic

Celia and Vicente-

Your voice entered my being and I have it imprisoned

Your voice that is so strong 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 whisper of palms tenderness of breeze

Your voice that is trilling mockingbirds in the bower

Vicente-

Your crystalline voice rushes like a waterfall

Celia and Vicente-

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

Vicente-

Why am I for you my black!?!

Celia-

Sugar

Celia and Vicente-

Your voice entered my being and I have it imprisoned

Your voice that is ringing 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 whisper of palms tenderness of breeze

Your voice that is trilling mockingbird in the bower

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