Paroles et traduction ricardo Montaner - Vamos Pa' la Conga

Vamos Pa' la Conga

Vamos negro pa' la conga mira que quiero arrollar,
Mi cuerpo desesperao oye sonar la bongo
Me pongo a bailar, bailar
La sangre se me alborota y me tengo que remediar.

Vamo negro que tu arrollas mira que estoy embuchao
Pues mirando este farol con sus luces colorá
Cada vez me embullo más, rumba pasa, rumba pasa,
Cuatro pasos y echo a andar

Negro ya no puedo más, más, más,
Mira como estoy cansao la rodilla me aflojao,
De tanto bailar, bailar, al suelo me voy a sentar,
Porque estoy desbaratado, que buena la conga va.

El baile me llama hay gente en la disco
La noche es joven, te meto un pellizco
La chica sensual, ha llegado a la fiesta
Tiene movimientos de gata traviesa.

Arriba con la conga!
Se quita la ropa delante de todos.
Arriba con la conga!
El novio furioso la vino a buscar.
Arriba con la conga!
La madre del novio estaba en el lugar.
Arriba con la conga!
Con un caballero que no era su papá.

Vamos negro pa' la conga mira que quiero arrollar,
Mi cuerpo desesperao, oye sonar la bongo
Me pongo a bailar, bailar la sangre se me alborota
Y me tengo que remediar.

Vamo pa' la conga, dice mi mamá.
Vamo a la pachanga dice mi papá.
Ae, ea, la pequeña Habana vive el carnaval
Todos los cubanos salen a bailar, ae, ea!

Let's Go to the Conga

Come on, baby, let's go to the conga, I want to sweep you off your feet,
My body's restless, I hear the bongo's beat.
I start to dance, to dance,
My blood is racing, I need to find relief.

Come on, baby, you move so well, look, I'm smitten,
By this streetlight and its colorful lights glisten.
I get more excited with each beat, rumba flows, rumba flows,
Four steps and I'm on my way.

Baby, I can't take it anymore, anymore, anymore,
Look how tired I am, my knees are giving way,
From all the dancing, dancing, I'm gonna sit on the floor,
Because I'm worn out, that conga is so good.

The dance floor calls, there are people at the disco,
The night is young, I'll give you a little pinch,
The sensual girl, has arrived at the party,
She moves like a mischievous cat.

Up with the conga!
She takes off her clothes in front of everyone.
Up with the conga!
Her furious boyfriend came looking for her.
Up with the conga!
The boyfriend's mother was there.
Up with the conga!
With a gentleman who wasn't her dad.

Come on, baby, let's go to the conga, I want to sweep you off your feet,
My body's restless, I hear the bongo's beat.
I start to dance, to dance, my blood is racing,
And I need to find relief.

Let's go to the conga, my mom says.
Let's go to the party, my dad says.
Ae, ea, little Havana lives the carnival,
All Cubans come out to dance, ae, ea!