Текст и перевод песни Celia Cruz - Ven Bernabe

Ven Bernabe

Bernabé, ven pa el barranco
Bernabé, ven pa el barranco

Por culpa de ti Bernabé
Pero la fiesta ya se echó a perder
Tú no quieres bailar, tú no quieres gozar
Ey, deja que los negros bailen al son

Acuérdate bien Bernabé
La fiesta de casa e Manuel
Te pusiste a pelear, no quisiste bailar
Y toda la gente se fue del bongó, oye!

Acuérdate bien Bernabé
Tú no bailas la bembé
(Bernabé, ven pa el barranco)
Bernabé, Bernabé,
Vente acá al barranco a gozar
(Bernabé, ven pa el barranco)

Canto a la raza, raza de bronce
Raza jarocha, que el sol quemó
A los que sufren, a los que loran
A los que esperan, les canto yo

Alma de jarocha que nació morena,
Calle que se mueve con vaivén, deja marcas
Tarde perfumada con besos de arena
Tarde que se quejan, paisajes de nácar

Boca donde gime la queja doliente
De toda una raza llena de amarguras
Alma de jarocha que nació valiente
Para sufrir toda desventura

Come on over, Bernabe

Bernabe, come on over to the ravine
Bernabe, come on over to the ravine

It's all your fault, Bernabe
You've ruined the party
You don't want to dance, you don't want to have fun
Hey, let these black people dance to the beat

Remember well, Bernabe
The party at Manuel's house
You started a fight, you didn't want to dance
And now look, everyone's left the party

Remember well, Bernabe
You don't dance the bembe
(Bernabe, come on over to the ravine)
Bernabe, Bernabe,
Come on over to the ravine and have some fun
(Bernabe, come on over to the ravine)

I dedicate this song to my race, my people
My jarocho people, who have been scorched by the sun
To those who are suffering, to those who are crying
I sing to those who are hoping for justice

Jarocha soul that was born brown
Streets that move with a sway
Perfumed evening with salty air
Evening that complains about things

Mouth that laments with a song of sorrow and suffering
For a people who are full of bitterness
Brave jarocho soul
Destined to suffer every misfortune