Ven Bernabé, Come Bernabé - Celia Cruz, La Sonora Matancera

Bernabé, ven pa' el barranco

Bernabé, ven pa' el barranco

Por culpa de ti Bernabé

Pero la fiesta ya se echó a perder

Tú no quieres bailar, tú no quieres gozar

Ey, deja que los negros bailen al son

Acuérdate bien Bernabé

La fiesta de casa 'e Manuel

Te pusiste a pelear, no quisiste bailar

Y toda la gente se fue del bongó, oye!

Acuérdate bien Bernabé

Tú no bailas la bembé

(Bernabé, ven pa' el barranco)

Bernabé, Bernabé

Vente acá al barranco a gozar

(Bernabé, ven pa' el barranco)

Canto a la raza, raza de bronce

Raza jarocha, que el sol quemó

A los que sufren, a los que loran

A los que esperan, les canto yo

Alma de jarocha que nació morena

Calle que se mueve con vaivén, deja marcas

Tarde perfumada con besos de arena

Tarde que se quejan, paisajes de nácar

Boca donde gime la queja doliente

De toda una raza llena de amarguras

Alma de jarocha que nació valiente

Para sufrir toda desventura

Bernabé, come to the ravine

Bernabé, come to the ravine

Because of you Barnabas

But the party is already spoiled

You don't want to dance, you don't want to enjoy

Hey, let the blacks dance to the tune

Remember well Barnabas

The house party 'e Manuel

You started to fight, you didn't want to dance

And all the people left the bongo, hey!

Remember well Barnabas

You don't dance the bembé

(Barnabé, come to the ravine)

Barnabas, Barnabas

Come here to the ravine to enjoy

(Barnabé, come to the ravine)

I sing to the race, race of bronze

Jarocha race, that the sun burned

To those who suffer, to those who cry

To those who wait, I sing

Soul of jarocha who was born brunette

Street that moves with swing, leaves marks

Afternoon perfumed with kisses of sand

Afternoon that complain, mother-of-pearl landscapes

Mouth where the suffering complaint moans

Of a whole race full of bitterness

Soul of jarocha who was born brave

To suffer all misfortune