Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tiene Sabor , by - Buena Vista Social Club. Song from the album Lost and Found, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 22.03.2015
Record label: World Circuit
Song language: Spanish
Tiene Sabor(original) |
| Chupa la caña nena |
| Tiene sabor, sabor, sabor, y nada más |
| Y nada más |
| Al cruzar un manso río, entre preciosos palmares |
| Se oyen los tiernos cantares, que salen de tu bolido |
| Tiene sabor, sabor, sabor, y nada más |
| Tiene sabor, sabor, sabor, y nada más |
| Cuando en La Habana me oyeron, lo dulce que yo cantaba |
| Cantores se apróximaban, hasta que cantar me vieron |
| Uno a otro se dijeron, esta nena no es de aquí |
| Y yo, que nunca me escondo, les dije de buena gana |
| Soy, Omara Portuondo de cayo hueso, la Habana |
| Tiene sabor, sabor, sabor, y nada más |
| Tiene sabor, sabor, sabor, y nada más |
| Pinte a matanzas confusa, la cueva de bella mar |
| Pero me falto pintar, el nido de la lechuza |
| Lo pinte por donde cruza, un bello ferrocárril |
| Un machete, un fusíl, una lancha marinera |
| Y no pinte la bandera por la que yo voy a morir |
| Chupa la caña nena |
| Chupa la caña nena |
| Chupa la caña nena |
| Chupa la caña nena |
| Chupa la caña nena |
| Chupa la caña nena |
| Tiene sabor, sabor, sabor, y nada más |
| Tiene sabor, sabor, sabor, y nada más |
| Al cruza un manso río, entre preciosos palmares |
| Se oyen los tiernos cantares, que salen de tu bolido |
| (translation) |
| suck the rod baby |
| It has taste, taste, taste, and nothing more |
| And nothing more |
| When crossing a gentle river, between beautiful palm groves |
| You can hear the tender songs that come out of your bolido |
| It has taste, taste, taste, and nothing more |
| It has taste, taste, taste, and nothing more |
| When in Havana they heard me, how sweet I sang |
| Singers approached, until they saw me singing |
| They said to each other, this girl is not from here |
| And I, who never hide, told them willingly |
| I am, Omara Portuondo from Key Bone, Havana |
| It has taste, taste, taste, and nothing more |
| It has taste, taste, taste, and nothing more |
| Paint confused killings, the cave of beautiful sea |
| But I need to paint the owl's nest |
| I painted it where it crosses, a beautiful railway |
| A machete, a rifle, a sea boat |
| And don't paint the flag for which I'm going to die |
| suck the rod baby |
| suck the rod baby |
| suck the rod baby |
| suck the rod baby |
| suck the rod baby |
| suck the rod baby |
| It has taste, taste, taste, and nothing more |
| It has taste, taste, taste, and nothing more |
| When crossing a gentle river, between beautiful palm groves |
| You can hear the tender songs that come out of your bolido |