Ojos De Brujo — Bailaores song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bailaores" by Ojos De Brujo.
Lyrics
Bailadores, bailadoras
yo quiero que ahora bailen con esta rica rumbita
Tiene salsa, y no pica
solo tienes que bailarla para gozar mi rumbita.
Como mi ritmo no hay dos
Como mi ritmo no hay dos
Bailaores, bailaoras
las que sudan en la pista
las que gozan con mi rumba y la bailan con buen compЎs.
A t, a t, a t
que rompes los zapatos cuando oyes la rumba
Ay! a t, pa t, pa t
toma! con los Amaya a gozar
Como mi ritmo no hay dos
Como mi ritmo no hay dos
Porque tє lo vales rumbero…
Latiendo estЎn corazones de rumberos y rumberas
la timba sigue aunque suba la portera
que desalojen o que venga la madera
belleza sobra y hay que celebrar mЎs.
Toca las palmas cuando suene esta guitarra
ventiladores suenan por toas las ventanas
revolucionan en el metro, en la casa
en el patio del colegio y en la barra del «Bass»
sobrevolando el barrio peleando rumba.
Este es el ritmo callejero que te tumba rumbero
Porque tє lo vales rumbero!
Como mi ritmo no hay dos
Como mi ritmo no hay dos
(gracias a Pat por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
Dancers, dancers
I want you to dance now with this rich rumbita
It's got sauce, and it doesn't sting.
you just have to dance it to enjoy my rumbita.
As my rhythm there are no two
As my rhythm there are no two
Dancers, dancers
the ones that sweat on the track
the ones who enjoy my rumba and dance it with good compYs.
A t, A t, a t
that you break your shoes when you hear the rumba
Ay! a T, pa t, pa t
here! with the Amaya to enjoy
As my rhythm there are no two
As my rhythm there are no two
Because you're worth rumbero…
Beating estYn hearts of Rumbers and Rumbers
the timba continues even if the goalkeeper goes up
let them evict or let the wood come
beauty to spare and to celebrate mYs.
Play las palmas when this guitar plays
fans ring through all the windows
revolutionize in the subway, in the House
in the school yard and in the bass bar»
flying over the neighborhood fighting rumba.
This is the street beat that rumbero knocks you down
Because you're worth rumbero!
As my rhythm there are no two
As my rhythm there are no two
(thanks to Pat for this letter)