Translation of the song lyrics Son Que Son - Croma Latina

Son Que Son (original)

A los trece anos fue cuando me inspire
Me pico el bichito cuando oi sonar el tres
Y le dije mami, escuchame bien:
Lo que quiero es tocar el son
Tocar el son, a tocar el son, tocar el son
Y la vieja dijo muchacho no seas tan loco
Mira que soneros buenos hay por doquier
Y mi padre dijo: mira coje el tren
Dale pa’la Habana a tocar el son
Tocar el son, a tocar el son, tocar el son
Oye en la Habana o en Italia
Tocando el son como es
(Son son como son, Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
Por que la Rumba se viste de prieta criolla
Y yo vengo con mi son!
(Son son como son, Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
Por eso apurensen bailadores
Pa’que no haya confusion, mama
Trae tu croma-mambo!
Llegaron los soneros
Asi!
(Quita?) mambo!
Oye mateo, que lo que trae papi?
Pa que no moleste, pa que no proteste
Te traigo timbal (en?) son
Empieza papi
Empiezate
Esto e’salsa!
Salgo de Italia a la Habana
(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
Oye pa segui cantando el son que es mi musica cubana
(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
Y yo sigo la linea recta es que lleva mi mambo
(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
You quiero ver a todo el mundo con mi timba guarachando
(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
Por eso sigo sonando el montuno
(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
Pa’que sepa el mundo entero que como el son no hay ninguno
(Seguimos la linea de la tradicion)
Y te lo dice la Croma!
Lirycs por DavidM — Disfruten!

Son Que Son (translation)

At thirteen years old was when I was inspired
The bug bit me when I heard the sound of three
And I told her mommy, listen to me well:
What I want is to play the son
Play the son, play the son, play the son
And the old lady said boy don't be so crazy
Look how good soneros are everywhere
And my father said: look take the train
Give it to Havana to play the son
Play the son, play the son, play the son
Hey in Havana or in Italy
Playing the son as it is
(They are as they are, we follow the line of tradition)
Because the Rumba dresses up as a prieta criolla
And I come with my son!
(They are as they are, we follow the line of tradition)
That's why hurry up dancers
So there is no confusion, mom
Bring your chroma-mambo!
the soneros arrived
Thus!
(Remove?) mambo!
Hey mateo, what does daddy bring?
So that it does not bother, so that it does not protest
I bring you timbale (in?) son
start daddy
get started
This is sauce!
I leave Italy for Havana
(We follow the line of tradition)
Hey pa I kept singing the son that is my Cuban music
(We follow the line of tradition)
And I follow the straight line is what leads my mambo
(We follow the line of tradition)
I want to see the whole world with my timba guarachando
(We follow the line of tradition)
That's why I keep playing the montuno
(We follow the line of tradition)
So that the whole world knows that there is none like him
(We follow the line of tradition)
And the Chroma tells you!
Lirycs by DavidM — Enjoy!