Celia Cruz — Plegaria a Loroye song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Plegaria a Loroye" by Celia Cruz.
Lyrics
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
Lyrics translation
Barnabas, come to the ravine
Barnabas, come to the ravine
Because of you Barnabas
But the party's already ruined.
You don't want to dance, you don't want to enjoy
Hey, let the niggers dance to the sound
Remember well Barnabas
The house party 'e Manuel
You got into a fight, you didn't want to dance.
And all the people left the Bongo, Hey!
Remember well Barnabas
You don't dance the Bembe
(Barnabas, come to the ravine)
Barnabas, Barnabas
Come here to the ravine to enjoy
(Barnabas, come to the ravine)
Singing to the race, bronze race
Jarocha race, which the sun burned
To those who suffer, to those who mourn
To those who wait, I sing
Soul of jarocha who was born morena
Street that moves with swing, leaves marks
Fragrant afternoon with sand kisses
Late complaining, mother-of-Pearl landscapes
Mouth where the aching complaint groans
Of a whole race full of bitterness
Soul of jarocha who was born brave
To suffer every misfortune