Sergent Garcia — Salsamania song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Salsamania" by Sergent Garcia.
Lyrics
Todos los domingos yo enchufo la radio,
A los cinco de la tarde,
Que es la hora la m? s ch? vere,
Pase lo que pase, no lo pierdo nunca,
Ese programa se llama salsaman? a,
M? sica latina durante tres horas,
Empuja los muebles y preparat? a bailar,
Ll? male a tu mam? y a tu pap? y a tu t? a,
Que ya est? mos todos atentos con los amigos,
S? bele el volumen que ya empieza la fiesta.
As? se baila en las tardes domingueras,
As? se goza en las noches parisinas,
Todos al escucha de salsaman? a,
Bailando como locos, todos los domingos.
A m? me gusta la salsa calentita,
Yo me lo paso bien el domingo a la tarde,
Y de paso les doy un saludito a mi gente.
Ya esta hay el loco detr? s del micr? fono,
Pinchando los discos para todo el mundo.
M? sica del Caribe, de Colombia, Venezuela.
Sin olvidar a Ju? n Martinez y las sonaras cubanas.
Tel? fono caliente, puedes saludar a tu gente,
Dedicatorias a las chicas las m? s guapas,
Patchanga, merenguito, son, mambo y guaguanc?.
? Ay !? Que locura ! Que m? siac m? s buena.
? Pero, hombre que haces t? todav? a en la calle?
? Es que no sabes t? que son las cinco de la tarde?
Ya se que el sol calienta, y tienes mucha pereza.
Pero m? s sol te vas a encontrar en la salsaman? a.
? Vete pa’tu casa que tu novia quiere bailar !
No te lo pierdas, te lo dice el Sargento,
Desde mi barrio controlando micr? fono.
Salsa picame, as?, as?, Salsa picame, as?, as?, Salsa picame, as?, as…
Lyrics translation
Every Sunday I plug in the radio,
At five in the afternoon,
What is the hour the m? s ch? see,
Whatever happens, I never lose it.,
Is that program called salsaman? to,
M? sica latina for three hours,
Push the furniture and prepare? to dance,
Ll? hurt you mam? is your dad here? is your t? to,
What's up? we are all attentive with friends,
S? beautiful the volume that already begins the party.
Ace? it is danced on Sunday afternoons,
Ace? it is enjoyed on Parisian nights,
Everyone listening to salsaman? to,
Dancing like crazy, every Sunday.
A m? I like the hot sauce,
I had a good time on Sunday afternoon,
And by the way, I salute my people.
This is crazy detr? the micr? phono,
Tapping records for everyone.
M? sica Del Caribe, from Colombia, Venezuela.
Not forgetting Ju? N Martinez and the Cuban sonaras.
Tel? hot phone, you can say hello to your people,
Dedication to the girls the m? s pretty,
Patchanga, merenguito, son, Mambo and guaguanc?.
? Ay !? What madness ! What m? siac m? s good.
? But, man you do t? still? a on the street?
? You don't Know t? what's five in the afternoon?
I know the sun is warm, and you're too lazy.
But m? s sol you gonna meet at the salsaman? to.
? Go home, your girlfriend wants to dance !
Don't miss it, the sergeant tells you.,
From my neighborhood controlling micr? phono.
Salsa pick me up, ace? ace? Salsa, chop me, ace? ace? Salsa, chop me, ace?, ACE…