Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ven Bernabé (Come Bernabé), artist - Celia Cruz. Album song Canciones Con Historia: Celia Cruz, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 22.03.2011
Record label: Vintage
Song language: Spanish
Ven Bernabé (Come 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 |