Lyrics of Bemba Colorá - Fania All Stars, Celia Cruz

Bemba Colorá (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

(translation)

In the Havana plain
Between early mornings and guines
In the Havana plain
Between early mornings and guines
Like cute eat Guines
The Havana garden sings
Bemba Colora'
How good is the bemba
Bemba Colora'
He really likes a bemba
Bemba Colora'
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Bemba Colora'
Colora, bemba, colora
Bemba Colora'
Color, color, color
Bemba Corolla'
Bemba eh, colorá
Bemba Colora'
That's color
Bemba Colora'
Bemba colora'
Bemba Colora
color
A few years ago I left
Colorá'
From my beloved little land
Colorá'
And I still remember
Colorá'
Its streets and its ravines
Colorá'
His huts, I adored
Colorá'
I grabbed the palm trees
Colorá'
They were always, always covered
Colorá'
With pieces of old yagua
Colorá'
I am a sailor with a good bay
Colorá'
I am a sailor with a good bay
Colorá'
color, color
Colorá'
I have four pigeons
Colorá'
In a loma basin
Colorá'
I give them all water
Colorá'
They all drink their buchito
Colorá'
None gets angry
Colorá'
How good are my pigeons
how good are they
Colorá'
how good are they
how good are they
Colorá'
Oh, color, color
Colorá'
color, color
Colorá'
A little bird in its cage
Colorá'
Fly and fly endlessly
Colorá'
And always looking for the sea
Colorá'
If you saw where to escape
Colorá'
Poor thing, oh, how he suffers
Colorá'
Looking for his freedom, and I
Colorá'
I like the bird I want
Colorá'
my freedom regain
Colora'
Come, come, come, come
Colorá'
Come, come, come, come
Colorá'
Come, come, come, come
Colorá'
color, color
What color
Colorá'
What color
Colorá'
What color
colorá'
What color'
Colorá'
What color
Colorá'
They buried in the afternoon
Colorá'
To the daughter of Juan Simón
Colorá'
It was Simon in the town
Colorá'
The only undertaker, colorá
Colorá'
Himself to his own daughter
and you will see
Colorá'
He took her to the cemetery
Colorá'
He himself dug the grave
Colorá'
imploring a prayer
Colorá, in one hand
Colorá'
In one hand the shovel
Colorá'
And in the other the hoe
Colorá'
And when they asked him
Colorá'
Where do you come from Juan Simon
Colorá'
And he said I, I am an undertaker
Colorá'
and I come to
Colorá'
I am an undertaker and I come to
Colorá'
Jaime Serrada sweats down
Colorá'
I get them
Colorá'
I get them
Colorá'
turn it up
Colora'
Turn it up Pedro, turn it up, turn it up
Colorá'
color
color
Colorá'
Oh colorao, oh colorao
Up
colorao'
Colorá'
Colorao'
Colorao'
Colorao