Céline ! ! ! ... /La Negra Celina - La Negra Celina










La Negra Celina - La Negra Celina








 

La Negra Celina  
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Ya viene la Negra Celina, Sí
la más cumbiambera.
Allí toquen la cumbia ya,
prendanle las velas.
Porque mañana amanece
bailando la Negra
Préndanle las velas ya con sus parejas.
Préndanle las velas ya con sus parejas.

Ay miren que bailo bonito, sí,
cuando estoy con ella.
Cuando estoy con ella sí,
que yo bailo bonito
Porque a Celina le gusta
bien apretadito.
Préndanle las velas ya con sus parejas.
Préndanle las velas ya con sus parejas.


Nube Blanca

Mira la nube blanquita,
Sí que es muy bonita.
Nunca nos da problema,
Sí pero me da pena
porque lo que te digo es verdad
a la nube blance siempre le falta
una cosa que es de esencia,
una cosa que nos da vida.

Llega la nube oscura
Dicen que no es tan pura
Hay muchos que la temen,
pero no la entienden.
Porque si la miras bien verás
una cosa que es de esencia
una cosa que sí, nos hace falta
una cosa que nos da vida

Mira la nube blanquita,
Sí que es muy bonita.
Nunca nos da problema,
Sí pero me da pena
porque lo que te digo es verdad
a la nube blance siempre le falta
una cosa que es de esencia,
una cosa que nos da vida.

La Piragua

Me contaron los abuelos que hace tiempo,
navegaba en el Cesar una piragua.
Que partía de El Banco, viejo puerto
a las playas del amor en Chimichagua.

Capoteando el vendaval se estremecía,
impacible desafiaba a tormenta.
Y un ejército de estrellas la seguía,
tachonándola de luz y de leyenda.

Era la piragua de Guillermo Cubillos
Era la piragua
Era la piragua
Era la piragua de Guillermo Cubillos
Era la piragua
Era la piragua.

La piragua
La piragua
La piragua
La piragua

Doce bogas con la piel color majagua
y con ellos el temible Pedro Albundia.
Por las noches a los remos le arrancaban
un melódico rugir de hermosa cumbia.

Doce sombras ahora viejas ya no reman,
ya no creje maderamen en el agua.
Sólo quedan los recuerdos en la arena
donde yace dormitando la piragua

Era la piragua de Guillermo Cubillos
Era la piragua
Era la piragua
Era la piragua de Guillermo Cubillos
Era la piragua
Era la piragua

La piragua
La piragua
La piragua
La piragua

Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
de donde crece la palma.
Yo soy un hombre sincero
de donde crece la palma.
Y antes de morirme quiero
echar mis versos del alma

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

Yo sé los nombres extraños
de las hierbas y flores.
Yo sé los nombres extraños
de las hierbas y flores.
Y yo entiendo muy bien
los extraños dolores.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

Yo soy un hombre extraño
de'onde no crece la palma.
Yo soy un hombre extraño
de'onde no crece la palma.
Y antes de morirme quiero
ver la guantanamera.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.


Güepa Je

Para bailar la cumbia costeña.
para bailar la cumbia candela
se precisa un llamador
una buena tumbadora
se precisa un acordeón,
una buena guacharaca
un buen ron para beber
una buena flauta de millo
y una negra bien sabrosa
que te grite: ¡Güepa je!

Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je

Para bailar la cumbia costeña.
para bailar la cumbia candela
se precisa un llamador
una buena tumbadora
se precisa un acordeón,
una buena guacharaca
un buen ron para beber
una buena flauta de millo
y una negra bien sabrosa
que te grite: ¡Güepa je!

Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je


El Manicero

¡Maní! ¡Maní! ¡Maní ¡Maní!

Si te quieres por el pico divertir,
cómete un cocoruchito de maní.
¡Qué calentico y rico está.
ya no se puede pedir más!
Ay, caserita no me dejes ir
porque después te vas a arrepentir
y va a ser muy tarde ya.

Manicero se va. Manicero se va.

Caserita no te acuestes a dormir,
sin comerte un cocorucho de maní.
Cuando en la calle sola está,
¿qué será de mi corazón?
El manicero entona su pregón,
y si la niña escucha su cantar
llama desde tu balcón

¡Dame de tu maní! ¡Dame de tu maní!

Que esta noche no voy a poder dormir,
sin comerme un cocorucho de maní.

Me voy. Me voy.


Nacido en Babylon

Todo empezó hace mucho tiempo
cuando fluía ancho y el mundo giraba lento
Rasgaron la tierra y plantaron una semilla
pensaban que era flor pero se convirtió en hierba mala
Querían alzar una torre hasta el cielo mismo
Pues así podrían llegar aún sin el amor
pero el peso de la piedra y la corona dorada
hizo que todo se derrumara hasta la tierra

Porque nacieron en Babylon
Vivieron en Babylon
Murieron en Babylon
Es duro llegar al cielo con una carga pesada

Ahora el mundo gira más rápido y el río no fluye
Aún tratarmos de hallarlo pero todavía no sabemos
Buscamos en el espejo el becerro de oro
nos olvidamos del llanto con un guiño y una risa
pero nunca hacemos una torre para la Madre Tierra
Mentimos a los niños desde la hora de su nacimiento.
Les hacemos luchar para pagar el precio del pecado
estamos excavando una fosa y vamos a caernos adentro

Porque nacimos en Babylon
Vivimos en Babylon
Vamos a morir en Babylon
Es duro llegar al cielo con una carga pesada

Porque nacimos en Babylon
Vivimos en Babylon
Vamos a morir en Babylon
Es duro llegar al cielo con una carga pesada
	
		
		













  
  
La Negra Celina
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Here she comes now, la Negra Celina yeah,
the most cumbiambera
C'mon play some cumbia there now
Light up the candle
'Cuz tomorrow morning she'll be
dancing there la Negra.
Light up the candle now with your partner.
Light up the candle now with your partner.

Hey look here, I dance so pretty yeah
when I'm with her
when I'm with her yeah,
I dance so pretty.
Cuz Celina likes it when I
hold her oh so tight.
Light up the candle now with your partner.
Light up the candle now with your partner.


 White Cloud

Look at the little white cloud.
Yes it is very pretty.
It never gives us trouble.
Yes but it makes me sad.
Because what I'm gonna tell you is true:
the white cloud always lacks
something of essence,
something that gives us life.







Here comes the dark cloud.
They say it's not as pure.
There are many who fear it,
But they don't understand it.
Because if you look at it well you'll see
something that has essence,
something that we lack,
something that gives us life.

Look at the little white cloud.
Yes it is very pretty.
It never gives us trouble.
Yes but it makes me sad.
Because what I'm gonna tell you is true:
the white cloud always lacks
something of essence,
something that gives us life.

The Pirogue

My grandparents told that a long time ago
There used to be a pirogue that plied the Cesar
It would take off from that old port El Banco
for the beaches of love at Chimichagua

When the ocean winds would lash it used to tremble.
Impassively it would defy the storm.
And an army of stars followed it,
adorning it with light and with legend.

It was the pirogue of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the pirogue
It was the pirogue
It was the pirogue of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the pirogue,
It was the pirogue.







The pirogue
The pirogue
The pirogue
The pirogue

Twelve rowers with skin the color of mahogany
and with them the fearsome Pedro Albundia.
At night at the oars they would pull out
a melodious sound of a beautiful cumbia.

Twelve shadows now grown old don't row anymore
Neither does the old timber creak in the water.
All that's left are the memories in the sand
where the pirogue lies in slumber

It was the pirogue of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the pirogue
It was the pirogue
It was the pirogue of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the pirogue,
It was the pirogue.

The pirogue
The pirogue
The pirogue
The pirogue


Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
from where the palm tree grow
I am a sincere man
from where the palm tree grows
and before I die I want
to offer up my verses from the soul

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

I know the strange names
of the plants and herbs
I know the strange names
of the plants and herbs
And I understand well
the strange pains of life

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

I am a strange man
from where the palm tree doesn't grow
I am a strange man
from where the palm tree doesn't grow
and before I die I want
to see a woman from Guantánamo

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.


 Güepa Je

To dance the cumbia from the coast
to dance the cumbia that's on fire
You need a singer,
a good bass drum,
you need an accordion,
a good gourd scraper,
a good rum to drink
and a good wooden flute
and a negra who's oh so tasty
who shouts out to you ¡Güepa je!

Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je

To dance the cumbia from the coast
to dance the cumbia that's on fire
You need a singer,
a good bass drum,
you need an accordion,
a good gourd scraper,
a good rum to drink
and a good wooden flute
and a negra who's oh so tasty
who shouts out to you ¡Güepa je!

Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je
Güepa je, güepa güepa je


 The Peanut Vendor

Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts!

If you want your mouth to have a good time
eat up a cone full of peanuts.
How hot and delicious they are!
You can't ask for anything better.
Ay, you, woman of the house, don't let me leave,
because later you'll be sorry you did,
and it will be too late by then

The peanut vendor is gonna leave
The peanut vendor is gonna leave

Woman of the house don't go to bed to sleep
without eating up a cone full of peanuts.
When it's all alone in the street
what will become of my heart?
The peanut vendor calls out his offer
and you there, girl, if you hear his song
call down from your balcony:

Give me some of your peanuts!
Give me some of your peanuts!

Tonight I'm not going to be able to sleep
without eating up a cone full of peanuts.

I'm leaving. I'm leaving

Born in Babylon

It all started out a long time ago
when the river flowed wide and the world turned slow.
They scratched the land and planted a seed,
thought it was a flower, but it turned into a weed.
Thought they'd raise up a tower up to Heaven above,
then they could get there even without love,
but the weight of the stone and the golden crown
made the whole thing tumble right to the ground.

'Cuz they were born in Babylon,
they lived in Babylon,
they died in Babylon
It's hard to get to heaven with a heavy load

Now the world turns quicker and the river don't flow.
We're still trying to find it but we still don't know.
Looking in the mirror and the golden calf,
we smother the crying with a wink and a laugh.
But we never make a tower to Mother Earth
just lie to the children from the time of their birth.
We make 'em fight to pay the wages of sin,
we're digging a hole and we're gonna fall in.

'Cuz we were born in Babylon,
we're livin' in Babylon,
we're gonna die in Babylon
It's hard to get to heaven with a heavy load.

'Cuz we were born in Babylon,
we're livin' in Babylon,
we're gonna die in Babylon
It's hard to get to heaven with a heavy load.


   


   
 























 
 
 
 


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