Translation of the song lyrics Hay Un Son - Orishas

Hay Un Son (original)

Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Ey yo!
Vengo de La Habana chambiando bajito paliando
en el tiempo sin clave ni na'
Vengo con mis negros boleros,
rumberos, santeros, panderos, congueros, babagua
Dime qué pasará no me llores cuando yo me muera yo no quiero flores
Epitafio viejo: Aquí yace el negro que fue mucho entre
los muchos y primero entre los pioneros Caballero
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Tengo un son repleto de ritmos y sentimientos
Se te mete dentro como lo hace mi guitarra
Como primavera hace flores en tus alas
Soltara las penas, ¡y te llenará de ganas!
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Mi música una negro de la cuna,
Orishas cultura, esencia Yoruba ¡Carabalí!
Mi son fonk street te llama Habana
Mi rumba no para aquí
Si quieres de esto, no pares cuerpo
Y si sigues lento, fúmateme esto
No quiero cuentos ni ligo chama
rumbero la rumba, rumba tira
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Ven truap brau echo un vistazo
Man y bajo directo al cazo
Estoy de ley, hoy cogí un breik, man papel
Si la rumba no es como ayer
Viste como camina, te domina, se enrolina, man no pierdas la medicina
Tus pupilas se encasquillan
Es hora de cambiar las pilas
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana
Hay un son, hay un flow
Hay un son que se oye en la Habana

Hay Un Son (translation)

There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
Hey me!
I come from Havana working small, palliating
in time without a key or anything
I come with my black boleros,
rumberos, santeros, tambourines, congueros, babagua
Tell me what will happen don't cry for me when I die I don't want flowers
Old epitaph: Here lies the black who was long among
the many and first among the pioneers Knight
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a sound that can be heard
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
I have a son full of rhythms and feelings
It gets inside you like my guitar does
Like spring makes flowers on your wings
It will release the sorrows, and it will fill you with desire!
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a sound that can be heard
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
My music a black from the cradle,
Orishas culture, Yoruba essence Carabalí!
My Son Fonk Street calls you Havana
My rumba does not stop here
If you want this, don't stop body
And if you're still slow, smoke me this
I don't want stories or flirt chama
rumba the rumba, rumba pulls
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a sound that can be heard
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
Come truap brau take a look
Man and bass straight to the pot
I'm in law, today I took a breik, paper man
If the rumba is not like yesterday
You saw how he walks, he dominates you, he rolls up, man don't lose the medicine
Your pupils get jammed
It's time to change the batteries
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a sound that can be heard
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana
There is a sound, there is a flow
There is a son that is heard in Havana