1. Behind the Door (Detrás de la Puerta)
Author: Iván Benavides

Let me see
Behind the door
What's on the other side

When I came from my land
I had nothing
I came to see if I could swap
Sadness for happiness
Let me see...

If I were a bird
I wouldn't fly
I'd perch on the road
To see you pass by

On the lips of your mouth
I want to write this
A K with an I
And an S with an S

I walked your street yesterday
Your lovely dark eyes
Rose up to look at me
They shot to kill

2. Bless Me (Bendíceme por Landó)
Author: Javier Lazo

Come bless
Bless
Come bless
Bless me

He's the saint of this land
His kindness is luminous
But today he's no saint
He's a man, nothing more

Come bless
Bless
Come bless
Bless me

Walking like a child
Like a mother after bread
Brings flowers to the river
Humanity is a little girl

Come bless
Bless
Come bless
Bless me

Baby Jesus of the ports
Little man made of sea
A word from you to shatter the evil
A word from you would do it

Come bless
Bless
Come bless
Bless me

3. Afro Andean (Yana Runa¹)
Author: Miguel Ballumbrosio

The history I tell you today
Of my ancestors
Enslaved black Africans
They worked hard on the owner's land
They joined forces with the Andeans

People from Huancayo, from Huancavélica
Blacks of Chincha
People from Huancayo, from Huancavélica
African blacks
Acutilutilutilu
Acutilutilu ñarru²
With the good fortune God has given me
Acutilutilu ñarru

Blacks and Andeans
They got together
Blacks and Andeans
Their musics mixed

Living together many years
They made a population
Of blacks and Andeans with heart
The mixing began
Another generation was born
They broke many chains
On the master's farm

Dance a second round
No consequences
Put the flavor in it let's sing
Ay let's drink a toast ay let's sing

All birds eat corn
But Huanchaco takes the credit
If the black man doesn't work
It's because he doesn't want to
If the Andean doesn't work
It's because he doesn't want to
Guitar violin and harp
The party has begun
Little box drum, big box drum, jawbone
At the party they mixed

Dance a second round
The consequences? None
Put the flavor in it let's sing
Ay let's make an offering ay let's sing
Freedom freedom
Let's sing together
Freedom freedom
Let's sing together

Andean and black
Let's sing together

Blacks and Andeans
Let's sing together

Let's smile
Let's have joy

¹ yana runa: Quechua phrase meaning "black man."
² acutilutilu ñarru: onomatopoetic language

4. Plena y Bomba - Puerto Rico

Margarita Rivera, additional words by Javier Lazo.

On my grandmother's alley
Love tastes like cinnamon
On my grandmother's alley
Everything is inspiration.

1. Heaven wanted me born
Between the coconut and the pot
I wanted to sing my song
And I came to New York
(Overseer!)

2. I speak through my plena
With my plena I dream
I tell you you're not doomed
If you're born on the alley
(Red!)

3. In the alley Marujita
They hang up your love letters
In the alley a boy
Who passed by is in love with you
(My pretty one!)

4. With my face clean I tell you
A couplet as a prayer
With my face clean I tell you
I dance plena
(My sainted one!)

Suck the cinnamon candy
I know you're gonna like it (rep)

You're going to the beach
You'll give me a bath in the sea
When you get out of that bath
You'll find some sugar
(Overseer!)

Suck the candy...

Plena³ (based on "Chúpate el Bombón de Canela" / Suck the Cinnamon Candy)
Bomba⁴ (based on "Campo Yo Vivo Triste" / "Countryside I Live in Sadness")
Traditional

Countryside I live in sadness
Suffering more every day
Ay God what will become of me
If I don't dance this bomba
I'm gonna die

Countryside countryside countryside of my life
Suffering more every day
Ay God what will become of me
If I don't dance this bomba
I'm gonna die

Countryside I keep you in my memories
Like perfume remembers the flower
I dream of your valleys your mountains
Countryside of Puerto Rico
I carry you in my heart
E e e bomba bomba of my Borinquen⁵
Ay look if I don't dance
I'm gonna die

I come with bomba and plena
So y'all can dance it and have fun with it

René's rap:
Hey, Grandma showed me how to clean my guts
So the spiders wouldn't bite
Bathe your body in cane syrup
That's how you fix whatever's hurting you
A little papaya keeps the bugs away
A little breadfruit
I'm on it
Get out of the way, the train's flying by
Like my grandparents taught me
Barefoot to connect me with the earth
When when when the music takes hold
No no no spirit falls ill
My aunt lives in an alley in Loisa
Drums are sounding wherever you go
The skins are talking nobody sleeps
Till the palm trees grow legs.

³ Puerto Rican style of topical song that emerged in the 1920s.
⁴ bomba: Afro-Rican drum and dance form dating to slavery days.
⁵ Borinquen: Indigenous name for Puerto Rico.
Guest artist: René "Residente" Pérez (Calle 13): vocal

5. Queen of Africa (Reina de áfrica)
Flamenco/Tango/Panalivio (Spain)
Author: Javier Ruibal

Where did you come from?
What's happening in Cádiz?¹
You don't see negras that nice
Even at carnivals

The queen of Africa by the elm tree
Went by driving me crazy with her hips
There ought to be from your door to mine
A pathway of flowers and fronds
And a bamboo hut next to the beach
So you'll feel at home and not go away

The queen of Africa came and got everyone on the docks to their feet
Everyone stopped working, from the
stevedores to the smugglers
The goddess of living ebony
Stopped the city cold
Sitting on the white veranda of the baths²

What capricious path does love take?
No one knows
If your heart changes like the wind changes
Look, if the wind blew from the Levant³
You'd love me without thinking twice

For a little bit of your love
I'll go with you to Mombasa
One night I'll untie the steamboat in the port
Its hold filled with fine aromatic goods
And I won't want your eyes or your stars any more

The queen of Africa is here.

¹ Cádiz: ancient Spanish Atlantic port city.
² baths: an indication of Muslim cultural influence.
³ Levant: eastern end of the Mediterranean.

Guest Artist: Michael Shrieve: drums

6. Baho Kende de Cuba
Autor: Vasquez Alberto Zayas
Palo Mayimbe: Author: Javier Vasquez, Baho Kende: Author: Alberto Zayas

Baho Kende

The guaguansón¹ is a dance that is sabrosón²
Dance it slow and you'll see how good it is

There in the hills is what I love so much
My mother, caramba, I'd die for her
Dance it slow and you'll see how good it is

Eh, let's find out why
Baho kende, kende, baho kende³
Where you walked
I don't know why
Where, where, where

Where, where, where
Kende, kende, kende

Palo Mayimbe

Where, where, where
Kende, kende, kende

Palo Mayimbe⁴

He was little he played in the ditch
Played in the ditch

Palo mayimbe
They're taking me to the hill
Taking me to the hill
To the hill

¹ guaguansón: a portmanteau word that combines two major genres of Afro-Cuban music: guaguancó (a style of rumba) and son
² sabrosón: untranslatable word implying the best flavor ever.
³ kende: Efik word, from Calabar region of Africa.
⁴ palo mayimbe: Kongo religion in Cuba.

7. Coco y Forro de Brasil

Areia / Sand - Ritmo Coco de Brasil (Dona Selma do Coco/Zezinho)

There in the sea there's sand
Sand
Sand in the sea
Sand
Good sand
Sand
People scatter like
Sand

When I thought it was one
It was only gossip
When I thought it was two
It was only gossip
When I thought it was three
It was only gossip
When I thought it was four
It was only gossip
When I thought it was five
It was only gossip
When I thought it was six
It was only gossip

Balance da canoa / Balance of the Canoe
(Toninho de Alagoas)

Careful with your skirt, Dona Maria
In the swaying of the canoe
The wind could blow it up

The canoeman only steers from the prow
Careful, canoeman, don't capsize the canoe

On the high sea, there are a lot of good things
There's a sailboat there's a canoe for whoever
Comes along

The canoeman only steers from the prow
Careful, canoeman, don't capsize the canoe
My ship tipped, it rocked
It rocked but it didn't turn over, there on the high sea

8. Drums of Guatire¹ (Tambor de Guatire (Taki ti taki))
Venezuelan Folk Song

Ay que lee ay que lea²
One single palm
Alone and singing

Ay que lee
If San Juan knew
When his day was
San Juan would come down
From heaven to earth

Ay que lee ay que lea
Ae ae ay que lea
One single palm
Alone in solitude

Ay que lee...
One single palm
Alone in solitude
The wind brings it
And carries it away again

Ay que lee...
Ay Lola ay Lola

Aya tea huan bimbe...
I greet you tonight, people
To ladies and gentlemen
We come to you to sing
With all the sanjuaneros³
Ay Lola ay Lola

Aya tea...
Of course I'm going to like it
In the Jordan river
What marvels have been seen
Christ baptized San Juan
And San Juan baptized Christ
Ay Lola ay Lola
Ay, we're gonna change the language

Taki ti taki palm fruit
Taki ti taki no more
Here they don't bust open the palm fruit
The way they do it over there
Taki ti taki...

That's what I like
How am I not gonna like it
When you play the drum
The way you know how
Taki ti taki...

Swing your hips
Like you know how to do
A little step forward
And a little step back
Taki ti taki

Ay get up, aunt
Get up, my beloved aunt
Ae here comes the calumba...

I'm coming by here people
Before the rooster crows
I carried a cross
Of very heavy wood
Lumba lumba lumba lumba
Now play the calumbada
In the bloody calvary
My cousin was nailed up
Ay novillo alabaa
It's gonna take you down

¹ Guatire: Venezuelan city that has a street dance to St. John the Baptist (San Juan) every June 24.
² onomatopoetic language or words of unclear meaning are frequently used in this song.
³ sanjuaneros: drummers who play tambores de San Juan and dancers who dance with them.

9. What a Pretty Dress You Have (Qué bonito tu vestido)
Author: Amparo Ochoa (coda de la Bamba)

What a pretty dress you have
Everything outside and nothing inside
Everything outside and nothing inside
What a pretty dress you have

What a pretty dress you have
Everything outside and nothing inside
Everything outside and nothing inside
How pretty it's precious
I tell you that as a compliment
I'm not rude
Ay lara¹...

So funny and so ethereal
Ay my puppet left hanging
Ay my puppet left hanging
So funny and so ethereal

Chance took hold of the string
And I was left without her
And I was left without her
It left its mark on me
Your beauty has a sharp edge
Ay lara...

Ay the astonished clouds
As if they were afraid to look at us
As if they were afraid to look at us
They bring rain to water us
Like rare plants
They bring rain to water us
Like rare plants
Come little light dark one
We have time to cover ourselves up
Ay lara...

¹ Ay lara: onomatopoeia
Guest artists: Celso Duarte: harp, Martha Gonzales: vocals and zapateo, Quetzal Flores: jarana primera, Russell Rodríguez: jarana segunda and requinto jarocho

10. Hey Pocky Way
Music and Lyrics By: Modeliste, Neville, Nocentelli, Porter/Traditional

Little bitty boy, with a heart of steel
You know you can't boogie now, but your sister sure will
Feel good music in your soul
Makes your body wanna rock, wanna rock 'n' roll

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

Lie back grooving in your car
Makes no difference who or where you are
Feel good music in your soul
Makes your body wanna, wanna rock 'n' roll

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

Lie back grooving in your car
Makes no difference who or where you are
Feel good music in your soul
Makes your body wanna rock 'n' roll

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

¹Pocky way: fragment of Mardi Gras Indian ceremonial phrase, "Two way pocky way."

11.Singing Susana (Canto a Susana)
Lyrics and Music: Víctor Merino

Uma niye e mi congo
Duma ya, mi congo
Cumana, cumana, mi congo
Tumba cañete chincha malambo¹

Dance sorceress
Barefoot brown girl
Dance in the air
With that grace you have

Sing Susana
And when you sing laugh
Because the negra
Has the moon in her hands

So much love is in her eyes
That tears pour holy water
So much love in her hopes
Her voice is a shout of liberty

Dance sorceress
Barefoot brown girl
Dance in the air
With that grace you have

Sing Susana
And when you sing laugh
Because the negra
Has the moon in her hands

¹Congo: used generally to refer to any black person.
tumba cañete: refers to cutting cane.
Chincha, Malambo: names of black towns.
Guest artist: Carlos Mosquera: lead vocal

1. Detrás de la puerta
Autor: Iván Benavides

Déjame ver
Detrás de la puerta
Que hay al otro lao

Cuando vine de mi tierra
Ninguna gracia tenia (bis)
Me vine a ver si cambiaba
Tristeza por alegría (bis)
Déjame ver...

Si yo fuera pajarito
No me ocuparía en volar
Me sentara en el camino
Para mirarte pasar

En los labios de tu boca
Quisiera escribirte yo
Una B con una E
Una S y una O

Ayer pase por tu calle
Me tiraron a matar
Eran tus ojitos negros
Que se alzaron a mirar

2. Bendíceme por Landó/Zamacueca
Autor: Javier Lazo

Ven a bendecir
Bendice
Ven a bendecir
Bendíceme.

Es el santo de la tierra
Luminosa es su bondad
Pero hoy día no es un santo
Es un hombre nada más.

Ven a bendecir
Bendice
Ven a bendecir
Bendíceme.

Caminando como un niño
Como madre tras el pan
Lleva flores para el río
Una niña la humanidad

Ven a bendecir
Bendice
Ven a bendecir
Bendíceme.

Niño Jesús de los puertos
Hombrecito hecho de mar
Una palabra tuya para quebrar el mal
Una palabra tuya basta

Ven a bendecir
Bendice
Ven a bendecir
Bendíceme

3. Yana Runa
Autor: Miguel Ballumbrosio

La historia que hoy les cuento
de mis ancestros
negros africanos esclavizados
trabajaron mucho la tierra del amo
con los andinos se juntaron
Huancainos, huancavelicanos
Negros de Chincha
Huancainos, huancavelicanos
Negros africanos

Acutilutilutilu
Acutilutilu ñarru
Con la dicha que Dios me ha dado
Acutilutilu ñarru

Runa kunahua Yana kunahua
Se juntaron
Runa kunahua yana kunahua
Sus músicas mezclaron

Muchos años de convivencia
Se formo una población
De negros y andinos de corazón

Muchos años de convivencia
Se formo una población de yanas y runas
De corazón
Empezó el mestizaje
Nació otra generación
Rompieron muchas cadenas
En la hacienda del patrón (bis)

Redonda segunda (bis)
La consecuencia ninguna (bis)
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Ay machay machay machi ay tachi

Todo pájaro come maíz
Huanchaco carga la fama (bis)
Si es que el negro no trabaja
Es porque no le da la gana
Si el andino no trabaja
Es porque no le da la gana
Guitarra violín y arpa
El huayno empezó (bis)
Cajita, cajón, quijada

Con el festejo se mezclo (bis)

Redonda segunda (bis)
La consecuencia ninguna (bis)
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Ay machay machay machi ay tachi
Ay machay machay machi ay tachi

Libertad libertad
Taquichy
Libertad libertad
Taquichy

Runa kunahua yana kunahua
Takichy
Negros y andinos
Takichy
Yanas y runas
Takichy

Asi kusun
Kusi kusun

4. Plena y Bomba - Puerto Rico

Basado en la plena Chupate el Bombon de canela de Margarita Rivera. Letra de Javier Lazo/ Bomba Campo de

En el callejón de mi abuela
De canela es el amor
En el callejón de mi abuela
Todo es inspiración.
1. Quizo el cielo que naciera
Entre el coco y el perol
Quise yo con mi canto
Y llegué hasta Nueva Yó
Mayoral.
En el callejón de mi abuela
De canela es el amor
En el callejón de mi abuela
Todo es inspiración.
2. Yo lo digo con la plena
Con mi plena sueño yo
Yo te digo no hay condena
Si tú nace en callejón Colora.
En el callejón de mi abuela
De canela es el amor
En el callejón de mi abuela
Todo es inspiración.
3.En el callejón Marujita
Cuelgan tus cartas de amor
En el callejón te enamora
Un muchacho que paso.
Mi cholita.
En el callejón de mi abuela
De canela es el amor
En el callejón de mi abuela
Todo es inspiración.
4. Con la cara limpia te digo
Una copla en oración
Con la cara limpia te digo
Con la plena bailo yo
Santo mío.
En el callejón de mi abuela
De canela es el amor
En el callejón de mi abuela
Todo es inspiración.

Chupate el bombom de canela
Yo se que va a gustar (bis)

Tu tu te vas a la playita
Y te me das un baño de mar
Cuando salgas de ese baño
Azuquita encontraras
Mayoral

Chupate el bombon...

Campo yo vivo triste

Campo yo vivo triste
cada día sufriendo más
ay Dios que será de mí
si no bailo esta bomba
me voy a morir

Campo campo campo
de mi vida
cada día sufriendo más
ay Dios que será de mí
si no bailo esta bomba
me voy a morir.

Campo yo te llevo
en mis recuerdos
como el perfume lleva la flor
sueno con tus valles tus montañas
campo de Puerto Rico
te llevo en mi corazón

e e e bomba bomba
de mi borinquen
ay mira si no la bailo
yo me voy a morir
Lo que te traigo
bomba y plena
bomba y plena
para que la baile
y la gocen (bis)

5. Reina de áfrica
Autor: Javier Ruibal

¿De dónde sales tú?
¿Que está pasando en Cádiz?
No se ven negras tan guapas
Ni en carnavales

La reina de áfrica por la alameda
Paso volviéndome loco con sus caderas
Tendrían que poner de tu puerta hasta la mía
Una vereda de juncos y de palmeras
Y una choza de bambú junto a la playa
Para que te sientas en casa y no te vayas

La reina de áfrica vino y puso el muelle en pie
Y todo se paro desde la estiba hasta el contrabando
La diosa de ébano vivo
Paraba la ciudad
Sentada sobre la blanca baranda del balneario

¿Qué rumbo caprichoso tiene el amor?
Que sabe nadie
Si cambia tu corazón como cambia el aire
Mira si te diera una levantera
Y sin pensarlo dos veces tú me quisieras.

Por un poquito de tu amor
Me voy contigo a Mombasa
Yo desamarro una noche el vapor del puerto
De oloroso y fino lleno la bodega
Y no quiero más que tus ojos y las estrellas

La reina de áfrica vino

6. Baho Kende de Cuba
Autor: Vasquez Alberto Zayas
Palo Mayimbe: Autor: Javier Vasquez

El guaguansón es un baile muy sabrosón
el guaguancós es un baile muy sabrosón
báilalo despacito que tú verás qué sabroso es
báilalo despacito que tú verás qué sabroso es

Allá por la serranía está lo que tanto quiero
esa es la madre mía, caramba, por ella muero
báilalo despacito que tú verás qué sabroso es
báilalo despacito que tú verás qué sabroso es

Eh, vamo' a ver porqué
(baho kende, kende, baho kende)
qué dónde andaba usted
(baho kende, kende, baho kende)

Que yo no sé porqué
(baho kende, kende, baho kende)
donde, donde, donde
(baho kende, kende, baho kende)

Donde, donde, donde
(baho kende, kende, baho kende)
kende, kende, kende
(baho kende, kende, baho kende)
(Baho kende, kende, kende, baho kende)
(baho kende, kende, kende, baho kende...)

Palo Mayimbe

Era chiquitito jugaba en el arrollo
Jugaba en el arrollo
Jugaba en el arrollo (bis)

Palo mayimbe me llevan pa la loma
Me llevan pa la loma (bis)
Coro:
Pa la loma pa la loma

7. Coco y Forro de Brasil

AREIA - Ritmo Coco de Brasil (Dona Selma do Coco/Zezinho)

Refrao 01
Lá no mar tem areia,
coro: areia
Areia no mar
coro: areia
Que areia boa,
coro: areia
Pra gente peneirar,
coro: areia
(2x)

Refrao (02)
Quando eu pensava que era
coro: era um babado só
Quando eu pensava que era
coro: era um babado só
Quando eu pensava que era
coro: era um babado só
Quando eu pensava que era
coro: era um babado só
Quando eu pensava que era
coro: era um babado só

Forro de Brasil
Dona maria cuidado con a saia
no balanco da canoa o vento pode levantar
o canoeiro so rema na proa
cuidado canoeiro para canoa nao virar (bis)

No alto mar, tem muita coisinha boa
tem jangada tem canoa para quem quiser
passear

o canoeiro so rema na proa
cuidado canoeiro para canoa nao virar (bis)
o meu navio deu um tombo ele bambiou
bambiou mas nao virou, la no alto mar

8. Tambor de Guatire (Taki ti taki)
Música popular de Venezuela

Ay que lee ay que lea
una palma sola
Sola y solea
Ay que lee
Si San Juan supiera
cuando era su día
del cielo a la tierra
San Juan bajaría
Ay que lee ay que lea
Ae ae ay que lea
Una palma sola
Sola en soledad
Ay que lee...
Una palma sola
Sola en soledad
El viento la trae
Y la vuelve a llevar
Ay que lee...
Ay Lola ay Lola
Aya tea huan bimbe
Buenas noches doy señores
Aya tea huan bimbe
A damas y caballeros
Aya tea huan bimbe
Les venimos a cantar
Aya tea huan bimbe
Con todos los San Juaneros
Aya tea huan bimbe
Ay Lola ay Lola
Aya tea
Como no me va a gustar
Aya tea...
En el río de Jordán
Aya tea...
Que maravillas se han visto
Aya tea...
Cristo bautizo a San Juan
Aya tea...
Y San Juan bautizo a Cristo
Aya tea...
Ay Lola ay Lola
Aya tea...
Ay vamo a cambiar la lengua

Taki ti taki corozo
Taki ti taki no mas
Aqui no quiebran corozo

Como lo quiebran po alla (Bis)
Taki ti taki
Eso es lo que a mi me gusta
Como no me va gustar
Que me toquen el tambor
Como tu sabes tocar
Taki ti taki...
Corozo ay corozo no mas
Aqui no quiebran corozo
Como lo quiebran pó alla
Taki ti taki...
Dale duro a la cintura
Como tú le sabes dar
Dale un pasito pa lante
Y otro pasito pa tras
Taki ti taki...

Ay levántate tía mía
Levántate tía amada
Ae ataca la calumba
Por aquí paso señores
Antes que el gallo cantara
Ae ataca la calumba
Una cruz llevaba puesta
De madera muy pesada
Ae ataca la calumba
Lumba lumba lumba lumba
Toquen ahora la calumbada
Ae ataca la calumba
En le calvario sangriento
Estaba mi primo clavado
Ae ataca la calumba

Ay novillo Alabaa
ay novillo Alabaa

Te va tumba
Te va tumba

9. Qué bonito tu vestido
Autor: Amparo Ochoa (coda de la Bamba)

Que bonito tu vestido
todo fuera y nada adentro
todo fuera y nada adentro
que bonito tu vestido
Que bonito tu vestido
todo fuera y nada adentro
todo fuera y nada adentro
que bonito está precioso
te lo digo como cumplido
ingenuamente no soy maloso
Ay lara, ...
Que risueña y cuan etérea
ay mi marioneta en vilo
ay mi marioneta en vilo
que risueña y cuan etérea
un azar recoge el hilo
y me quedo yo sin ella
y me quedo yo sin ella
si un azar recoge el hilo
ya me dejaste huella
tu hermosura tiene filo
Ay lara...
Ay las nubes asombradas
como espantadas de mirarnos
como espantadas de mirarnos
ay las nubes asombradas
traen aguita pa regarnos
como plantitas raras
traen aguita pa regarnos
como plantitas rara
vengase prietito claro
tenemos tiempo pá cobijarnos
Ay lara, ...

10. Hey Pocky Way
Lyrics By: Modeliste, Neville, Nocentelli, Porter/Traditional
Music By: Modeliste, Neville, Nocentelli, Porter/Traditional

Little bitty boy, with a heart of steel
You know you can't boogie now, but your sister sure will
Feel good music in your soul
Makes your body wanna rock, wanna rock 'n' roll

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

Lie back grooving in your car
Makes no difference who or where you are
Feel good music in your soul
Makes your body wanna, wanna rock 'n' roll

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

Lie back grooving in your car
Makes no difference who or where you are
Feel good music in your soul
Makes your body wanna rock 'n' roll

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Pocky Way

11. Canto a Susana
Letra y Música: Víctor Merino

Uma niye e mi Congo
Duma ya, mi Congo
Cumana, cumana...... mi Congo
Tumba Cañete Chincha Malambo

Baila hechicera
con pies descalzos morena
danza en el aire
con esa gracia que tiene
canta Susana
y cuando canta sonríe
porque la negra:
tiene la luna en sus manos

Tanto amor....
hay en sus ojos
que brotan lagrimas...
agua bendita.
tanto amor... en su esperanza
su voz es grito...de libertad

Baila hechicera
con pies descalzos morena
danza en el aire
con esa magia que tienes
canta Susana
y cuando canta sonríe
porque la negra
tiene en sus manos la luna