Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ven, Bernabé, artist - Celia Cruz. Date of issue: 09.03.2014
Song language: Spanish
Ven, Bernabé(original) |
| 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 |
| (translation) |
| 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 |