Lyrics of De Oriente a Occidente - Diana Fuentes

De Oriente a Occidente (original)

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar dale pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente
De la tierra del Cobre hasta Guiteras
Todo el mundo conecta’o con la misma cuerda
Dale, sal pa' afuera, no te lo pierdas
Que esto se pondrá caliente cómo Sol
Que raja piedras en agosto y sin ventilador
Con la mente en trance y el cuerpo ataca’o de calor
Arroyando a todo motor
Todo el mundo hipnotiza’o al pie del tambor
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar dale pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar dale pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente
Sube la temperatura al compás de tu cintura
Cuando rugen los cueros todos los males se te curan
Pero cógelo con calma, yo no sé pa' qué te apuras
No hay censura pa' tu movimiento
Métele con sabrosura, dale condimento
Con esta conga levantamos hasta a los muertos
Mira, no te quedes dentro
Sale pa' la calle y ponte contento
Cógele el tiempo, intenso, pero lento
Juntos, pero no revueltos
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar dale pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar dale pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar dale pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar dale pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

(translation)

If you want to stream, go ahead, go out to the street
Do not let them to tell you
If you want to stream, hit my conga
that this gets hot
From the land of Copper to Guiteras
Everyone connects with the same rope
Come on, go outside, don't miss it
That this will get hot like the sun
That splits stones in August and without a fan
With the mind in a trance and the body attacked by heat
Streaming at full engine
Everybody hypnotized at the foot of the drum
If you want to stream, go ahead, go out to the street
Do not let them to tell you
If you want to stream, hit my conga
that this gets hot
If you want to stream, go ahead, go out to the street
Do not let them to tell you
If you want to stream, hit my conga
that this gets hot
Turn up the temperature to the beat of your waist
When the leathers roar all the ills are cured
But take it easy, I don't know why you're in a hurry
There is no censorship for your movement
Put it with flavor, give it seasoning
With this conga we raise even the dead
Look, don't stay inside
Go out to the street and be happy
Take the time, intense, but slow
Together but not mixed
If you want to stream, go ahead, go out to the street
Do not let them to tell you
If you want to stream, hit my conga
that this gets hot
If you want to stream, go ahead, go out to the street
Do not let them to tell you
If you want to stream, hit my conga
that this gets hot
If you want to stream, go ahead, go out to the street
Do not let them to tell you
If you want to stream, hit my conga
that this gets hot
If you want to stream, go ahead, go out to the street
Do not let them to tell you
If you want to stream, hit my conga
that this gets hot