Tied Up with Faith
What bad intentions that black woman has
What bad intentions she has with faith.
She’s worked with all the dead
To turn my world upside down.
She makes soperio, and she makes a leguillo[1]
And even spreads them all over the wall
All of that was to tie me down
And despite all of it I broke loose.
They [the woman and the dead spirits] had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
(Guitar…)
I would purify myself with apasote[2],
With Marjoram and coffee flower,
On the door she always hung
My portrait turned upside down.
She makes soperio, and she makes a leguillo
And even spreads them all over the wall
All of this was to tie me down,
And despite all of it I broke loose.
They had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
(Guitar…)
From the very edge of an old log
She would take out powder for my coffee.
She would give it to me, that evil woman
To turn my world upside down.
She also gave me toad powder
Because with that my feet would get swollen.
All of this was to tie me down
And despite all of it I broke loose.
They had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
That Jacoba, evil woman,
That old woman, how mean she is!
They had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
(Guitar…)
They had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
That Jacoba, evil woman
That old woman, how mean she is!
They had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
I would purify myself with apasote,
With Marjoram and coffee flower.
They had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
They had me tied down to faith
And with all that I broke loose.
They had me tied up with faith
They had me but I broke loose. (x2)
Dolorita
Dolorita, if my eyes give you grief,
Dolorita, we’ll take them out.
Dolorita, after the empty sockets
Dolorita, more grief they should give you.
Dolorita, consider it and consider it,
Dolorita, and consider it again.
Dolorita, after the empty sockets,
Dolorita, more grief they should give you.
(Guitar…)
Dolorita, if my eyes give you grief,
Dolorita, we’ll take them out.
Dolorita, after the empty sockets
Dolorita, more grief they should give you.
Dolorita, consider it, consider it,
Dolorita, and consider it again.
Dolorita, after the empty sockets,
Dolorita, more grief they should give you.
(Guitar…)
Oh I’m from the country and I’m going to the city
(We’re on our way to the city)
I’m from the country and I’m going to the city
(We’re on our way to the city)
We don’t want people from the coast
(We’re on our way to the city)
We don’t want people from the coast
(We’re on our way to the city)
At the age of fifteen, the little girl
Left with her husband, and she so young. (x2)
Oh I’m from the country and I’m going to the city
(We’re on our way to the city)
Oh I’m from the country and I’m going to the city
(We’re on our way to the city)
We don’t want people from the coast
(We’re on our way to the city)
Ah, la la la ly (x2)
The poor little parrot,
Her foot is hurt (x2)
If I were jealous,
I’d be making her jealous. (x2)
Because it broke,
She didn’t go to work. (x2)
I saw her pass by,
Down by the waterfront. (x2)
Throw me the key
To your heart. (x2)
(Guitar…)
Oh I’m from the country and I’m going to the city
(We’re on our way to the city)
Oh I’m from the country and I’m going to the city
(We’re on our way to the city)
We don’t want people from the coast
(We’re on our way to the city)
We don’t want people from the coast
(We’re on our way to the city)
I’m from the country and I’m going to the city
(We’re on our way to the city)
Woman of the Cabaret
If you really love me,
You should have faith in me
And stop being what you are,
Listen to me, woman of the cabaret.
Because I have the intention
To take you from this hell
And make you see what is good,
Listen to me, woman of the cabaret.
Because it hurts me that people say
That I love a worthless woman
Because in my house you live honored
Without being a cabaret woman.
On Sunday I went looking for you,
To bring you to live in our home
But I found you drunk,
And you insulted me, mercilessly.
You tricked me like a child
You live crazy with pleasure
Drunkenness is your destiny
Listen to me, woman of the cabaret.
(Guitar…)
You tricked me like a child
You live crazy with pleasure,
Drunkenness is your destiny
Listen to me, woman of the cabaret
Because it hurts me that people say
That I love a worthless woman
Because in my house you live honored
Without being a cabaret woman.
On Sunday I went looking for you,
To bring you to live in our home
But I found you drunk,
And you insulted me, mercilessly.
Rosa’s Little Parrot
Rosa cries for her parrot
Filled with sorrow.
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
They ate her roasted!
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
They ate her roasted!
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
It was they who planned the thing!
They were the ones who ate
They were the ones who ate
Rosa’s little parrot.
They were the ones who ate
They were the ones who ate
Rosa’s little parrot.
(Guitar…)
Rosa cries for her parrot
Filled with sorrow.
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
They ate her roasted!
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
Pedro, Demetrio and Bilin
They ate her roasted!
How Rosa cries for her parrot
How Rosa cries for her parrot
She loved her, like a little girl
She loved her, like a little girl
There isn’t anything worse
Than to burn to death.
There isn’t anything worse
Than to burn to death
And I for your love,
I would die roasted.
And I for your love,
I would die roasted.
(Guitar…)
How Rosa cries for her parrot
How Rosa cries for her parrot
She loved her, like a little girl
She loved her, like a little girl
Ay, lalalalalay
Ay, lalalalalay
That poor parrot
Has her foot peeled.
That poor parrot
Has her foot peeled.
Epa…
Ay quiriquiri papá
Ay quiriquiri mamá
Ay quiriquiriquiri papá
¡Ay!
Ay quiriquiriquiri mama
Ay quiriqui, quiriqui,
Ay quiriqui, quiriqui
¡Ay!
I Leave You All of Her
You ask me about her,
But what can I tell you
If she’s no good to me anymore
And I already forgot her?
What can it matter to you,
What she lived with me?
Today she lives with you,
Soon you’ll get to know her.
I leave you all of her
With all her defects and her ways
Her body I don’t conform to anymore
Her caresses end up a nuisance
I leave her all to you
From her feet to her head she’s all yours
Don’t think I tell you this out of pride
I would say the same thing to any other.
(Guitar…)
(Repeat from beginning).
Baracoa
It’s the traditional “son”
That’s the one I like best.
It’s the traditional “son”
It’s the one I like best.
Because I don’t lose the beat
Or my way of dancing.
Because I don’t lose the beat
Or my way of dancing.
To Baracoa I’m going, I’m going
Although there isn’t any road
Although there isn’t any road
To Baracoa I’m going. (x2)
I’m going with Doña Ines
Who is a beautiful black woman.
I’m going with Doña Ines
Who is a beautiful black woman.
Although there isn’t any road
With her I’ll go by foot
Although there isn’t any road
With her I’ll go by foot.
To Baracoa I’m going, I’m going
Although there isn’t any road
Although there isn’t any road
To Baracoa I’m going. (x2)
(Guitar…)
Even from afar, you hear the voice of the “son”
Even from afar, you hear the voice of the “son”
Everybody says that Machin, he wanted the inspiration
Everybody says that Machin, he wanted the inspiration.
To Baracoa I’m going, I’m going
Although there isn’t any road
Although there isn’t any road
To Baracoa I’m going. (x4)
Santiago
In the middle of the fertile countryside of the Cibao region,
Bathed by the waters
Of the sleepy Yaque,
In its laid out streets
It looks at the sun and smiles,
Because in its words
The city… the heart.
Santiago, (Santiago)
The water of the Yaque surrounds you
Like a belt
Santiago, (Santiago)
You are always
Beating, beating
Like a heart.
Your neighborhoods, (your neighborhoods)
Are so picturesque
That nothing can compare:
La Hoya, El Maco, Pueblo Nuevo,
And your thousands of ways
Of laughing or crying.
(Guitar…)
Your neighborhoods, (your neighborhoods)
Are so picturesque
That nothing can compare:
La Hoya, Pueblo Nuevo, and Los Pepines,
And your thousands of ways
Of laughing or crying.
(Or crying…)
Jala Leva
Ask whatever you want to ask,
Ask whatever you want to ask,
Listen well you gossiping woman
That’s the answer I’m going to give you
That’s the answer I’m going to give you:
Jala leva[3]
Jala leva
Jala leva
Jala leva
The day you least expect it
Your own tongue will get you in trouble
Jala leva(x4)
Jala leva, Jala leva, my friend.
Jala leva(x4)
The day that you die
Not even death will take you
Jala leva(x4)
(Guitar…)
Jala leva(x4)
Go my friend…
Jala leva(x4)
Because you love to gossip so much
You’re gossiping with your grandmother again
Jala leva(x4)
When you least expect it
Your own tongue will get you in trouble
Jala leva(x4)
(Guitar…)
Jala leva(x4)
Go my friend…
Jala leva(x4)
The Pirates
In Iraq there’s a pirate,
In Arabia too
In Iraq there’s a pirate,
In Arabia too
One of them is Abu Musab
The other Bin Laden.
One of them is Abu Musab
The other Bin Laden.
Enemies of their people,
And of humanity as well.
Enemies of their people,
And of humanity as well.
The 11th of September
Was a day of pain.
The 11th of September
Was a day of pain.
Many people died,
Because of terrorism.
Many people died,
Because of terrorism.
The Americans their allies
Want to disarm them.
The Americans their allies
Want to disarm them.
To put an end to evil.
(To put an end to evil.)
To put an end to evil.
(To put an end to evil.)
We’re not going to kill them
(We’re going to disarm them).
We’re not going to kill them,
(We’re going to disarm them).
(Guitar…)
The 11th of September
Was a day of pain.
The 11th of September
Was a day of pain.
Many people died,
Because of terrorism.
Many people died,
Because of terrorism.
The Americans and their allies
Want to disarm them.
The Americans and their allies
Want to disarm them.
To put an end to evil.
(To put an end to evil.)
To put an end to evil,
(To put an end to evil.).
We’re not going to kill them.
(We’re going to disarm them).
We’re not going to kill them,
We’re going to disarm them.
(Guitar…)
Taste of Betrayal
A taste of betrayal
I feel on your lips when you kiss me,
A taste of betrayal
I sense in your eyes when you look at me.
You’re not sincere when you tell me
That you still love me,
If in your words
One can note the edge of betrayal.
It’s impossible
To continue living this way,
I thank you with all my soul
My humble determination.
And I promise you that I’ll stay strong
When you tell me
That you don’t love me
That your heart belongs to another.
(Guitar…)
(Repeat from beginning).
The Man-ea
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