Lyrics of Rúmbia - La Troba Kung-Fú

Rúmbia (original)

Em diuen Rúmbia!
jo sóc la Rúmbia!
he nascut a vora via de la màquina i l’oliva
Rúmbia!
My name is Rúmbia!
From la Barna perifèrica ma pastard de la rumba
El tren de rodalies va carregat de vides
va carregat de silencis, mai arriba per la via
L’artèria cosmopolita bombejant la nit i el dia
mitja vida per la via si has nascut a rodalies
My name is Rúmbia!
Em diuen Rúmbia!
From de crazy balyland oriental i occidental
Rúmbia!
My name is Rúmbia!
From the forest neighbourhood siempre quise bailar la cúmbia
Polígon industrial prop la vinya comarcal
Autovía perillosa, Gasa al fons fent l’animal
Are you dancing passodoble?
I will drinking más del doble
casa al fons xupant benzina amb el còcktel de cantina
Rúmbia!
My name is Rúmbia!
From la Barna perifèrica ma pastard de la rumba
Rúmbia!
Que em diuen Rúmbia!
he nascut a vora via de la màquina i l’oliva
La meva rúmbia és un crit, treu la ràbia cura al ferit
Per això sempre avança pel marge, canta amb les ganes del qui viatja
D’una ferida ella va néixer, planta amb la sembra del qui vol créixer
és la llengua bastarda del lladre, lladre d’amor i de ballades
My name is Rúmbia!
Que em diuen Rúmbia!
he nascut a vora via de la màquina i l’oliva
Rúmbia!
my name is Rúmbia!
From the forest neighbourhood siempre quise bailar la cúmbia
Rúmbia!
Rúmbia!

(translation)

My name is Rúmbia!
I'm Rumbia!
I was born near the machine and the olive tree
Rumba!
My name is Rúmbia!
From the Peripheral Barna to the rumba pastard
The commuter train is full of lives
it is full of silences, it never gets in the way
The cosmopolitan artery pumping night and day
half life on the road if you were born nearby
My name is Rúmbia!
My name is Rúmbia!
From crazy balyland east and west
Rumba!
My name is Rúmbia!
From the forest neighborhood I always wanted to dance the cumbia
Industrial estate near the county vineyard
Dangerous highway, Chiffon in the background making the animal
Are you dancing passodoble?
I will be drinking more than twice as much
house in the background sucking gasoline with canteen cocktail
Rumba!
My name is Rúmbia!
From the Peripheral Barna to the rumba pastard
Rumba!
They call me Rumbia!
I was born near the machine and the olive tree
My rumba is a scream, it takes out the angry care of the wounded
That is why he always moves along the margins, he sings with the desire of the traveler
From a wound she was born, planted with the seed of the one who wants to grow
is the bastard language of the thief, the thief of love and dancing
My name is Rúmbia!
They call me Rumbia!
I was born near the machine and the olive tree
Rumba!
my name is Rúmbia!
From the forest neighborhood I always wanted to dance the cumbia
Rumba!
Rumba!