Son Que Son - Croma Latina

A los trece anos fue cuando me inspire

Me pico el bichito cuando oi sonar el tres

Y le dije mami, escuchame bien:

Lo que quiero es tocar el son

Tocar el son, a tocar el son, tocar el son

Y la vieja dijo muchacho no seas tan loco

Mira que soneros buenos hay por doquier

Y mi padre dijo: mira coje el tren

Dale pa’la Habana a tocar el son

Tocar el son, a tocar el son, tocar el son

Oye en la Habana o en Italia

Tocando el son como es

(Son son como son, Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

Por que la Rumba se viste de prieta criolla

Y yo vengo con mi son!

(Son son como son, Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

Por eso apurensen bailadores

Pa’que no haya confusion, mama

Trae tu croma-mambo!

Llegaron los soneros

Asi!

(Quita?) mambo!

Oye mateo, que lo que trae papi?

Pa que no moleste, pa que no proteste

Te traigo timbal (en?) son

Empieza papi

Empiezate

Esto e’salsa!

Salgo de Italia a la Habana

(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

Oye pa segui cantando el son que es mi musica cubana

(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

Y yo sigo la linea recta es que lleva mi mambo

(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

You quiero ver a todo el mundo con mi timba guarachando

(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

Por eso sigo sonando el montuno

(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

Pa’que sepa el mundo entero que como el son no hay ninguno

(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)

Y te lo dice la Croma!

Lirycs por DavidM — Disfruten!

At thirteen years old was when I was inspired

The bug bit me when I heard the sound of three

And I told her mommy, listen to me well:

What I want is to play the son

Play the son, play the son, play the son

And the old lady said boy don't be so crazy

Look how good soneros are everywhere

And my father said: look take the train

Give it to Havana to play the son

Play the son, play the son, play the son

Hey in Havana or in Italy

Playing the son as it is

(They are as they are, we follow the line of tradition)

Because the Rumba dresses up as a prieta criolla

And I come with my son!

(They are as they are, we follow the line of tradition)

That's why hurry up dancers

So there is no confusion, mom

Bring your chroma-mambo!

the soneros arrived

Thus!

(Remove?) mambo!

Hey mateo, what does daddy bring?

So that it does not bother, so that it does not protest

I bring you timbale (in?) son

start daddy

get started

This is sauce!

I leave Italy for Havana

(We follow the line of tradition)

Hey pa I kept singing the son that is my Cuban music

(We follow the line of tradition)

And I follow the straight line is what leads my mambo

(We follow the line of tradition)

I want to see the whole world with my timba guarachando

(We follow the line of tradition)

That's why I keep playing the montuno

(We follow the line of tradition)

So that the whole world knows that there is none like him

(We follow the line of tradition)

And the Chroma tells you!

Lirycs by DavidM — Enjoy!