Hay Un Son - Orishas

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Ey yo!

Vengo de La Habana chambiando bajito paliando

en el tiempo sin clave ni na'

Vengo con mis negros boleros,

rumberos, santeros, panderos, congueros, babagua

Dime qué pasará no me llores cuando yo me muera yo no quiero flores

Epitafio viejo: Aquí yace el negro que fue mucho entre

los muchos y primero entre los pioneros Caballero

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Tengo un son repleto de ritmos y sentimientos

Se te mete dentro como lo hace mi guitarra

Como primavera hace flores en tus alas

Soltara las penas, ¡y te llenará de ganas!

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Mi música una negro de la cuna,

Orishas cultura, esencia Yoruba ¡Carabalí!

Mi son fonk street te llama Habana

Mi rumba no para aquí

Si quieres de esto, no pares cuerpo

Y si sigues lento, fúmateme esto

No quiero cuentos ni ligo chama

rumbero la rumba, rumba tira

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Ven truap brau echo un vistazo

Man y bajo directo al cazo

Estoy de ley, hoy cogí un breik, man papel

Si la rumba no es como ayer

Viste como camina, te domina, se enrolina, man no pierdas la medicina

Tus pupilas se encasquillan

Es hora de cambiar las pilas

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay un son, hay un flow

Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

Hey me!

I come from Havana working small, palliating

in time without a key or anything

I come with my black boleros,

rumberos, santeros, tambourines, congueros, babagua

Tell me what will happen don't cry for me when I die I don't want flowers

Old epitaph: Here lies the black who was long among

the many and first among the pioneers Knight

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a sound that can be heard

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

I have a son full of rhythms and feelings

It gets inside you like my guitar does

Like spring makes flowers on your wings

It will release the sorrows, and it will fill you with desire!

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a sound that can be heard

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

My music a black from the cradle,

Orishas culture, Yoruba essence Carabalí!

My Son Fonk Street calls you Havana

My rumba does not stop here

If you want this, don't stop body

And if you're still slow, smoke me this

I don't want stories or flirt chama

rumba the rumba, rumba pulls

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a sound that can be heard

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

Come truap brau take a look

Man and bass straight to the pot

I'm in law, today I took a breik, paper man

If the rumba is not like yesterday

You saw how he walks, he dominates you, he rolls up, man don't lose the medicine

Your pupils get jammed

It's time to change the batteries

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a sound that can be heard

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana

There is a sound, there is a flow

There is a son that is heard in Havana