Lyrics of Habana - Orishas

Habana (original)

Nena, ese camello esta, oye
Acaballando toda La Habana
La jine mami, con su bacan, pa ca'
Acaballando toda La Habana
Y los taxistas estan
Acaballando toda La Habana
Y como estan los soneros?
Acaballando toda La Habana
Digo yo cosas del destino
Me arrastraron hasta de mi isla
Y cual es la sorpresa que me llevaria
Al ver que mi niño, mi sueño rosado
Muy gris se volvia
En el comienzo, mucho trabajo
Bro que pase yo, todavia pase
No sabia yo, mi chama
Ahi comienza el tema de este drama
Y mama, que siempre tiene razon en la trama
Cuida tu mi niño de los especuladores
Que un amigo en este barrio suelen ser traidores
Me la jugue, y en esa ganga nueva penetre
Creyendome que mucho money iba a hacer
Y termine justo donde no queria mama
Dentro de una caja, se acabo la fama
El barrio esta en yama
Todo el mundo boca arriba, en un sueño
Que no acaba!
Y la vecina del barrio, para en la ventana
Acaballando toda La Habana
Que me cuentas tu, que no sepa yo?
Acaballando toda La Habana
El indio a las doce del dia
Acaballando toda La Habana
Guapo, guapo tu, guapo, guapo yo
Acaballando toda La Habana
Hay, mi amigo me invito
A comer en casa de su hermana
Ella preparo un cerdito
Para asar temprano en la mañana
Lamenton quedo, hay!, quedo sin gasolina
Tremendo monton de kilometros
Mira, tuvimos que andar
Dandole a la catalina, eh-eh.
Llegamos a las tres de la talde
Cuando todo, todo, telminaba
Y estaban sus siete primos, que llegaban
Desde Villa Clara
Tres con su mujer, los otros con sus chama
No queda de comer tu vez, y ademas
No quedan camas, eh-eh, ah-ah
Que boberia, si no es pa' tanto
Lobelebele, belebele, tu,
Que boberia, si no es pa' tanto
Tobelebele, belebele, tu
Si me pase la vida en el barrio
La jinetera, el yuma, el comentario
Pega, pegao al techo, echos
Todos en sus cajas, manufacturados
Operacion Cohiba, no hay monadas
Que interrumpan la jugada
Territorio desplejado de francesas
Como manadas, llegadas, con los
Negrones sofocado, inundan la foresta
Pequeña hijita pregunta
œchichito, ponte pa las cajas
Si no estamos fritos
Uno de los yuma era el meta
Coño mejor dicho trompeta
Eso me paso por gloton
En vez de una sirena pesque un tiburon

(translation)

Baby, that camel is, hey
Finishing off all of Havana
La jine mami, with her bacan of her, pa ca '
Finishing off all of Havana
And the taxi drivers are
Finishing off all of Havana
And how are the soneros?
Finishing off all of Havana
I say things of destiny
They dragged me to my island
And what is the surprise that would bring me
Seeing that my boy, my pink dream
very gray it became
In the beginning, a lot of work
Bro, what happened to me, still happened
I didn't know, my girl
There begins the theme of this drama
And mom, who is always right in the plot
Take care of your my child from the speculators
That a friend in this neighborhood are usually traitors
I played it, and in that new bargain I penetrated
Believing that I was going to make a lot of money
And I ended up right where mom didn't want
Inside a box, the fame is over
The neighborhood is in yama
Everyone face up, in a dream
It doesn't end!
And the neighbor of the neighborhood stops at the window
Finishing off all of Havana
What do you tell me that I don't know?
Finishing off all of Havana
The Indian at twelve o'clock
Finishing off all of Havana
Handsome, handsome you, handsome, handsome me
Finishing off all of Havana
There, my friend invited me
To eat at his sister's house
She prepared a little pig
To roast early in the morning
I'm sorry I'm out, there! I'm out of gas
Tremendous lot of kilometers
Look, we had to walk
Hitting the Catalina, eh-eh.
We arrived at three o'clock
When everything, everything, ended
And there were her seven cousins, who arrived
From Villa Clara
Three with his wife, the others with their girls
There is no time left to eat, and besides
There are no beds left, eh-eh, ah-ah
What nonsense, if it's not for so much
Lobebele, belebele, you,
What nonsense, if it's not for so much
Tobelebele, belebele, you
If I spend my life in the neighborhood
The jinetera, the yuma, the comment
Hit, hit the ceiling, echoes
All in their boxes of it, manufactured
Operation Cohiba, there are no cuties
Interrupt the play
French territory depleted
Like herds, arrivals, with the
Niggers suffocated, flood the forest
little daughter asks
œchichito, go to the boxes
If we are not fried
One of the yuma was the meta
Pussy better said trumpet
That happened to me for glutton
Instead of a mermaid catch a shark