Paroles et traduction HAKIM - Awanta

Awanta

Sarandonga nos vamos a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacalao
Sarandonga en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y óyeme cantar!

Cuando yo tenía dinero, me llamaban don Tomás
Cuando yo tenía dinero, me llamaban don Tomás
Como ahora ya no lo tengo me llaman Tomás na′ ma'

Sarandonga nos vamo′ a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacalao
Sarandonga en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y óyeme cantar!

Yo no como más judías, porque me sientan muy mal
Yo no como más judías, porque me sientan muy mal
Y luego dice la gente PRIMA! come bobería

Sarandonga nos vamo' a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacalao
Sarandonga en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar!

Los gitanos y los payos, en gracia se dan la mano
Con alegría y buen cante, los queremos como hermanos
Unos los tiran de frente, y otros, los tiran de lado
Pero la rumba es la madre y alla todos les cantamos AY!

Sarandonga nos vamos a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacala'o
Sarandonga alla en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar!

Esta vida hay que beberla, en sorbitos de cristal
Esta vida hay que beberla, en sorbitos de cristal
Un sorbito por nosotros y otro, por lo que nos dan

Sarandonga nos vamo′ a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacalao
Sarandonga alla en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar!

Yo no como más judías, porque me sientan muy mal
Yo no como más judías, porque me sientan muy mal
Y luego dice la gente PRIMA! come bobería

Sarandonga nos vamo′ a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacalao
Sarandonga en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibilr cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar!

Los gitanos y los payos, en gracia se dan la mano
Con alegría y buen cante, los queremos como hermanos
Unos los tiran de frente, y otros, los tiran de lado
Pero la rumba es la madre y alla todos les cantamos AY!

Sarandonga nos vamos a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacala'o
Sarandonga alla en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibili
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar!

Sarandonga nos vamos a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacala′o
Sarandonga alla en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibilr cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar!

Yo no como más judías, porque me sientan muy mal
Yo no como más judías, porque me sientan muy mal
Y luego dice la gente PRIMA! come bobería

Sarandonga nos vamo' a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacalao
Sarandonga en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibiri cuchibiri
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar!

Los gitanos y los payos, en gracia se dan la mano
Con alegría y buen cante, los queremos como hermanos
Unos los tiran de frente, y otros, los tiran de lado
Pero la rumba es la madre y alla todos les cantamos AY!

Sarandonga nos vamo′ a comer
Sarandonga un arroz con bacala'o
Sarandonga en lo alto del puerto
Sarandonga que mañana es domingo
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibilr
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibiri
Sarandonga cuchibili cuchibiri
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar
Sarandonga y oyeme cantar
Sarandonga... oyeme cantar

Awanta (Wait)

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

When I had money, they called me Don Tomás,
When I had money, they called me Don Tomás,
Now that I have none, they just call me Tomás, alas.

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

I won't eat beans anymore, they make me feel ill,
I won't eat beans anymore, they give me a thrill,
And then people say, "Cousin, eat something still!"

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

Gypsies and non-gypsies, in grace shake hands,
With joy and good singing, we love them as our bands.
Some throw them from the front, and others from the sides,
But rumba is the mother, and there we all sing with pride, AY!

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, there at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

This life must be drunk, in sips of crystal clear,
This life must be drunk, in sips of crystal clear,
A sip for ourselves, and another for what they hold dear.

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, there at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

I won't eat beans anymore, they make me feel ill,
I won't eat beans anymore, they give me a thrill,
And then people say, "Cousin, eat something still!"

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

Gypsies and non-gypsies, in grace shake hands,
With joy and good singing, we love them as our bands.
Some throw them from the front, and others from the sides,
But rumba is the mother, and there we all sing with pride, AY!

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, there at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, there at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

I won't eat beans anymore, they make me feel ill,
I won't eat beans anymore, they give me a thrill,
And then people say, "Cousin, eat something still!"

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my cheer!

Gypsies and non-gypsies, in grace shake hands,
With joy and good singing, we love them as our bands.
Some throw them from the front, and others from the sides,
But rumba is the mother, and there we all sing with pride, AY!

Sarandonga, my love, let's go and eat,
Sarandonga, a rice dish with cod so sweet.
Sarandonga, at the top of the harbor we'll meet,
Sarandonga, for tomorrow is Sunday, a treat.
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my dear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, come near,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, don't fear,
Sarandonga, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, my cheer,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my dear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my dear,
Sarandonga, and listen to me sing, my dear,
Sarandonga... listen to me sing, my dear.