Candombe mulato - Illapu

Negro con rasgos de blanco

Blanco con rasgos de negro

Nunca quieras ocultar

Lo que te viene de dentro.

En el fondo de la sangre

Llevas dos sangres latiendo

Nunca quieras apagar

El tambor de los abuelos.

Cha, cha, cha mulato

Cha, cha, cha mulato

Cha, cha, cha mulato venga esa mano

Que hace chas, chas, en el tamboril.

Mezcla de negro y de blanco

Mezcla de blanco y de negro

Vamos, vamos de una vez

Al tambor de los abuelos.

Baila, baila, pero piensa

Que la vida no es un juego

Ni darse a la zamba, son

Con dinero o sin dinero.

Cha, cha, cha mulato

Cha, cha, cha mulato

Cha, cha, cha mulato venga esa mano

Que hace chas, chas, en el tamboril.

La vida no es mulato

Cosa de sangre o de pelo

Que el hombre piensa mejor

Con el estomago lleno

Baila, baila, pero piensa

Que debes poner el seso

Para que piensen mejor

Los hombres del mundo entero.

Black with traces of white

White with traces of black

never want to hide

What comes to you from within.

Deep in the blood

You have two bloods beating

never want to turn off

The drum of the grandparents.

Cha, cha, cha mulatto

Cha, cha, cha mulatto

Cha, cha, cha mulatto come that hand

What does chas, chas, on the drum.

Mix of black and white

Mix of black and white

Come on, let's go at once

To the drum of the grandparents.

Dance, dance, but think

That life is not a game

Don't even give in to the zamba, they are

With money or without money.

Cha, cha, cha mulatto

Cha, cha, cha mulatto

Cha, cha, cha mulatto come that hand

What does chas, chas, on the drum.

life is not mulatto

Thing of blood or hair

That man thinks better

With a full stomach

Dance, dance, but think

that you should put the brain

so that they think better

The men of the whole world.