Bemba Colorá - Fania All Stars, Celia Cruz

En la llanura habanera

Entre madrugas y guines

En la llanura habanera

Entre madrugas y guines

Como lindos coma Guines

Canta la huerta habanera

Bemba Colorá'

Que buena está la bemba

Bemba Colorá'

Le gusta mucho una bemba

Bemba Colorá'

Córrela, córrela, córrela, córrela

Bemba Colorá'

Colorá, bemba, colorá

Bemba Colorá'

Colorá, colorá, colora

Bemba Corola'

Bemba eh, colorá

Bemba Colorá'

Esa es colorá

Bemba Colorá'

Bemba colorá'

Bemba Colorá

Colorá

Hace unos años salí

Colorá'

De mi tierrita adorada

Colorá'

Y todavía recuerdo

Colorá'

Sus calles y sus cañadas

Colorá'

Sus bohíos, yo adoraba

Colorá'

A las palmeras agarraba

Colorá'

Siempre, siempre iban techados

Colorá'

Con trozos de vieja yagua

Colorá'

Soy marinero con buen bahía

Colorá'

Soy marinero con buen bahía

Colorá'

Colorá, colorá

Colorá'

Yo tengo cuatro palomas

Colorá'

En una cuenca de loma

Colorá'

A todas les pongo agua

Colorá'

Todas beben su buchito

Colorá'

Ninguna se pone brava

Colorá'

Que buenas son mis palomas

Que buenas son

Colorá'

Que buenas son

Que buenas son

Colorá'

Ay, colorá, colorá

Colorá'

Colorá, colorá

Colorá'

Un pajarillo en su jaula

Colorá'

Vuela y vuela sin cesar

Colorá'

Y siempre buscando el mar

Colorá'

Si vio por donde escapar

Colorá'

Pobrecito, ay, como sufre

Colorá'

Buscando su libertad, y yo

Colorá'

Yo como el pájaro quiero

Colorá'

Mi libertad recobrar

Colora'

Ven, ven, ven, ven

Colorá'

Ven, ven, ven, ven

Colorá'

Ven, ven, ven, ven

Colorá'

Colorá, colorá

De que color

Colorá'

De que color

Colorá'

De que color

colorá'

De que color'

Colorá'

De que color

Colorá'

Enterraron por la tarde

Colorá'

A la hija de Juan Simón

Colorá'

Era Simón en el pueblo

Colorá'

El único enterrador, colorá

Colorá'

El mismo a su propia hija

Y tu veras

Colorá'

Al cementerio la llevó

Colorá'

El mismo cavó la fosa

Colorá'

Implorando una oración

Colorá, en una mano

Colorá'

En una mano la pala

Colorá'

Y en la otra el azadón

Colorá'

Y cuando le preguntaban

Colorá'

De donde vienes Juan Simón

Colorá'

Y dijo yo, yo soy enterrador

Colorá'

Y vengo a

Colorá'

Yo soy enterrador y vengo a

Colorá'

A Jaime Serrada le baja el sudor

Colorá'

Le llego los

Colorá'

Les llego los

Colorá'

Súbelo

Colora'

Súbelo Pedro, súbelo, súbelo

Colorá'

Colorá

Colorá

Colorá'

Ay colora, ay colorao

Arriba

colorao'

Colorá'

Colorao'

Colorao'

Colorao

In the Havana plain

Between early mornings and guines

In the Havana plain

Between early mornings and guines

Like cute eat Guines

The Havana garden sings

Bemba Colora'

How good is the bemba

Bemba Colora'

He really likes a bemba

Bemba Colora'

Run it, run it, run it, run it

Bemba Colora'

Colora, bemba, colora

Bemba Colora'

Color, color, color

Bemba Corolla'

Bemba eh, colorá

Bemba Colora'

That's color

Bemba Colora'

Bemba colora'

Bemba Colora

color

A few years ago I left

Colorá'

From my beloved little land

Colorá'

And I still remember

Colorá'

Its streets and its ravines

Colorá'

His huts, I adored

Colorá'

I grabbed the palm trees

Colorá'

They were always, always covered

Colorá'

With pieces of old yagua

Colorá'

I am a sailor with a good bay

Colorá'

I am a sailor with a good bay

Colorá'

color, color

Colorá'

I have four pigeons

Colorá'

In a loma basin

Colorá'

I give them all water

Colorá'

They all drink their buchito

Colorá'

None gets angry

Colorá'

How good are my pigeons

how good are they

Colorá'

how good are they

how good are they

Colorá'

Oh, color, color

Colorá'

color, color

Colorá'

A little bird in its cage

Colorá'

Fly and fly endlessly

Colorá'

And always looking for the sea

Colorá'

If you saw where to escape

Colorá'

Poor thing, oh, how he suffers

Colorá'

Looking for his freedom, and I

Colorá'

I like the bird I want

Colorá'

my freedom regain

Colora'

Come, come, come, come

Colorá'

Come, come, come, come

Colorá'

Come, come, come, come

Colorá'

color, color

What color

Colorá'

What color

Colorá'

What color

colorá'

What color'

Colorá'

What color

Colorá'

They buried in the afternoon

Colorá'

To the daughter of Juan Simón

Colorá'

It was Simon in the town

Colorá'

The only undertaker, colorá

Colorá'

Himself to his own daughter

and you will see

Colorá'

He took her to the cemetery

Colorá'

He himself dug the grave

Colorá'

imploring a prayer

Colorá, in one hand

Colorá'

In one hand the shovel

Colorá'

And in the other the hoe

Colorá'

And when they asked him

Colorá'

Where do you come from Juan Simon

Colorá'

And he said I, I am an undertaker

Colorá'

and I come to

Colorá'

I am an undertaker and I come to

Colorá'

Jaime Serrada sweats down

Colorá'

I get them

Colorá'

I get them

Colorá'

turn it up

Colora'

Turn it up Pedro, turn it up, turn it up

Colorá'

color

color

Colorá'

Oh colorao, oh colorao

Up

colorao'

Colorá'

Colorao'

Colorao'

Colorao