Текст и перевод песни Albita - Mis Congas

Mis Congas

Tú dices que mi tambor
Ya está tirao pa' la Tonga
Anda no te hagas, no te mandes,
No te zumbes, no te tires,
No te metas con mi conga
Anda no te hagas, no te mandes,
No te zumbes, no te tires,
No te metas con mi conga
Bamba tacata
Bamba tacata
Bamba tacata
Bamba tacata
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
Tacata
Bamba
Tacata
Vamo negro que tu arrollas
Mira que estoy embulla
Pues mirando este farol
Con sus luces colorá
Cada vez me embullo más
Rumba pasa, rumba pasa
Cuatro pasos y echo a andar
Tacata
Tacata
Negro ya no puedo más,
Mira que ya estoy cansá
La rodilla me aflojao
De tanto bailar, bailar
Al suelo me voy a sentar
Porque estoy desbaratada
Que buena la conga va.
Anda no te hagas, no te mandes,
No te zumbes, no te tires,
No te metas con mi conga
Anda no te hagas, no te mandes,
No te zumbes, no te tires,
No te metas con mi conga
Caminando por las calles
Del pueblecito natal
Con su rico espiritual
Ella va meneando el talle.
Con la bata remanga,
Sonando sus chancleticas
Los hombres le caen detrás
A la linda mulatica.
Los hombres le caen detrás
A la linda mulatica.
Caminando por las calles
Del pueblecito natal
Con su ritmo espiritual
Ella va regando flores.
Con la bata remanga,
Sonando sus chancleticas
Los hombres le caen detrás
Ay a la linda mulatica.
Los hombres le caen detrás
A la linda mulatica.
Anda no te hagas, no te mandes,
No te zumbes, no te tires,
No te metas con mi conga
Anda no te hagas, no te mandes,
No te zumbes, no te tires,
No te metas con mi conga
Que caminando va,
Guarachando va,
Caminando va
Y no te metas con mi conga
Caminando va,
No te metas con mi conga
Tú que me decías,
Que la conga no salía más
Caminando va,
No te metas con mi conga
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Mi conga está bola
Caminando va,
No te metas con mi conga
Conga pa' ti
Conga pa' mí
Conga p' aquí
Conga pa'llá
Caminando va,
No te metas con mi conga
Que caminando va
Guarachando va
Mi conga... Eh!
No te metas con mi conga
No te metas con mi conga
No te metas con mi conga
No te metas con mi conga
Ay! No te metas con mi conga
Ay! No te metas con mi conga
Ay! No te metas con mi conga
Ay! No te metas con mi conga
Oye!!
No te metas
Con mi conga
No te metas con mi conga

My Congas

You say that my drum
Is already thrown to the Tonga
Come on, don't pretend, don't order,
Don't buzz, don't throw yourself,
Don't mess with my conga
Come on, don't pretend, don't order,
Don't buzz, don't throw yourself,
Don't mess with my conga
Bamba tacata
Bamba tacata
Bamba tacata
Bamba tacata
Let's go, black man, to the conga
Look, I want to roll
My desperate body
Listen to the bongo sound
I start to dance, dance
My blood is stirring
And I have to find a remedy
Tacata
Bamba
Tacata
Come on, black man, you roll
Look, I'm excited
Well, looking at this lantern
With its colored lights
I get more and more excited
Rumba pass, rumba pass
Four steps and I start walking
Tacata
Tacata
Black man, I can't take it anymore,
Look, I'm already tired
My knee is giving way
From so much dancing, dancing
I'm going to sit on the floor
Because I'm shattered
How good the conga is going.
Come on, don't pretend, don't order,
Don't buzz, don't throw yourself,
Don't mess with my conga
Come on, don't pretend, don't order,
Don't buzz, don't throw yourself,
Don't mess with my conga
Walking through the streets
Of the native village
With its rich spirituality
She goes swaying her waist.
With her rolled-up dress,
Sounding her little sandals
The men fall behind her
The beautiful mulatto woman.
The men fall behind her
The beautiful mulatto woman.
Walking through the streets
Of the native village
With its spiritual rhythm
She goes spreading flowers.
With her rolled-up dress,
Sounding her little sandals
The men fall behind her
Oh, the beautiful mulatto woman.
The men fall behind her
The beautiful mulatto woman.
Come on, don't pretend, don't order,
Don't buzz, don't throw yourself,
Don't mess with my conga
Come on, don't pretend, don't order,
Don't buzz, don't throw yourself,
Don't mess with my conga
That walking it goes,
Guarachaing it goes,
Walking it goes
And don't mess with my conga
Walking it goes,
Don't mess with my conga
You who told me,
That the conga wouldn't go out anymore
Walking it goes,
Don't mess with my conga
Ah! Ah! Ah!
My conga is hot
Walking it goes,
Don't mess with my conga
Conga for you
Conga for me
Conga for here
Conga for there
Walking it goes,
Don't mess with my conga
That walking it goes
Guarachaing it goes
My conga... Eh!
Don't mess with my conga
Don't mess with my conga
Don't mess with my conga
Don't mess with my conga
Ay! Don't mess with my conga
Ay! Don't mess with my conga
Ay! Don't mess with my conga
Ay! Don't mess with my conga
Hey!!
Don't mess
With my conga
Don't mess with my conga