Текст и перевод песни Diana Fuentes - De Oriente a Occidente

De Oriente a Occidente

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

De la tierra del Cobre hasta Guiteras
Todo el mundo conecta'o con la misma cuerda
Dale sal pa' afuera, no te lo pierdas
Que esto se pondrá caliente cómo sol que raja piedras

En agosto y sin ventilador
Con la mente en trance y el cuerpo ataca'o de calor
Arroyando a to' motor
To' el mundo hipnotiza'o al pie del tambor

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

Sube la temperatura al compás de tu cintura
Cuando rugen los cueros todos los males se te curan
Pero cógelo con calma, yo no sé pa' qué te apuras
No hay censura pa' tu movimiento

Métele con sabrosura, dale condimento
Con esta conga levantamos hasta a los muertos
Mira, no te quedes dentro
Sale pa' la calle y ponte contento
Cógele el tiempo, intenso pero lento
Juntos pero no revueltos

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, pégate a mi conga
Que esto se pone caliente

Si tú quieres arroyar, si tú quieres arroyar
Si tú qui-qui-qui-qui
Si tú quieres arroyar, dale, sale pa' la calle
No dejes que te lo cuenten

From East to West

If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it
If you want to party, come on, join my conga line
This is going to get hot

From the land of El Cobre to Guiteras
Everyone's connected to the same beat
Come on, get out there, don't miss it
This is going to get hot like the sun that splits rocks

It's August and there's no fan
Our minds are entranced and our bodies are attacked by the heat
Partying hard
Everyone's hypnotized by the drums

If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it
If you want to party, come on, join my conga line
This is going to get hot

If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it
If you want to party, come on, join my conga line
This is going to get hot

The temperature rises to the beat of your waist
When the drums roar, all your troubles are cured
But take it easy, I don't know why you're in such a hurry
There's no censorship on your moves

Put some flavor in it, add some spice
With this conga line, we'll even raise the dead
Look, don't stay inside
Come on out and be happy
Get in time, intense but slow
Together but not mixed up

If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it
If you want to party, come on, join my conga line
This is going to get hot

If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it
If you want to party, come on, join my conga line
This is going to get hot

If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it
If you want to party, come on, join my conga line
This is going to get hot

If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it
If you want to party, come on, join my conga line
This is going to get hot

If you want to party, if you want to party
If you want-want-want-want
If you want to party, come on, let's hit the streets
Don't let them tell you about it