Translation of the song lyrics Bemba Colora - Celia Cruz

Bemba Colora (original)

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'

Bemba Colora (translation)

Upon the Havana plain, awash in lustrous light,
Where dawns and green guineapods tangle in mist,
Upon the Havana plain, cradle of gold and blight,
Where dawns and green guineapods tangle in mist,
Lovely as Guines in the hush before rain,
The orchard lifts its voice, Havana’s heart unbound,
Crimson Mouth—
How splendid the red-lipped smile!
Crimson Mouth—
She delights in a lavish, full-bloomed mouth,
Crimson Mouth—
Chase it, chase it, chase it, chase it—
Crimson Mouth—
Scarlet, mouth, scarlet yet again,
Crimson Mouth—
Scarlet, scarlet, scarlet spun,
Crimson Corolla—
Mouth aflame, crimson-bright,
Crimson Mouth—
That one, stained with fire
Crimson Mouth—
Crimson mouth,
Crimson Mouth,
Crimson,
Some years ago, I strayed
Crimson—
From my beloved, native patch of earth,
Crimson—
Still I recall it—
Crimson—
Its tangled streets and secret gullies,
Crimson—
The palm-thatch huts I worshipped,
Crimson—
How I clung to the bending palms,
Crimson—
Always, always their roofs veiled,
Crimson—
With ragged strips of ancient yagua,
Crimson—
I am a sailor with a bay deep as night,
Crimson—
A sailor, my bay a cup of shadowy blue,
Crimson—
Crimson, crimson,
Crimson—
I own four doves of pearl and plume,
Crimson—
In a hollow at the crest of a hill,
Crimson—
For each I set a bowl of water,
Crimson—
Each drinks her measured silver sip,
Crimson—
None flares in wrath,
Crimson—
How gentle my doves—
How gentle they are,
Crimson—
How gentle they are,
How gentle they are,
Crimson—
Ah, crimson, crimson—
Crimson—
Crimson, crimson,
Crimson—
A caged fledgling beats against the bars,
Crimson—
Flies, flies, unresting,
Crimson—
Ever seeking the taste of salt wind,
Crimson—
Should he glimpse the crack of escape,
Crimson—
Poor heart, how he suffers—
Crimson—
Yearning after freedom, as do I,
Crimson—
I too, like that bird, would
Crimson—
Win back my freedom,
Crimson—
Come, come, come, come—
Crimson—
Come, come, come, come—
Crimson—
Come, come, come, come—
Crimson—
Crimson, crimson,
Of what color—
Crimson—
Of what color—
Crimson—
Of what color—
crimson—
Of what color—
Crimson—
Of what color—
Crimson—
At dusk, earth was opened wide—
Crimson—
For Juan Simón’s only daughter,
Crimson—
In the village, Simón—
Crimson—
He was the lone grave-digger, crimson,
Crimson—
He, for his own child,
And you shall see—
Crimson—
He bore her to her rest,
Crimson—
He, himself, hollowed the grave,
Crimson—
Imploring a last, trembling prayer,
Crimson, in one hand,
Crimson—
One hand on the spade,
Crimson—
And the other grasping the hoe,
Crimson—
And when they questioned him,
Crimson—
Where are you from, Juan Simón?
Crimson—
He answered: I am a grave-digger,
Crimson—
And I have come—
Crimson—
I am a grave-digger, I have come—
Crimson—
Sweat beads Jaime Serrada’s brow,
Crimson—
They have arrived—
Crimson—
They have arrived—
Crimson—
Raise it,
Crimson—
Raise it, Pedro, raise it, raise it—
Crimson—
Crimson,
Crimson,
Crimson—
Ah, crimson, ah, color of blood,
Upward—
crimson—
Crimson—
Crimson—
Crimson—
Crimson—