My name is cumbia
My name is cumbia, I am the queen wherever I go
there is no hip that is still where I am
my skin is brown like the hides of my drum
and my shoulders are a pair of maracas that the sun kisses. (repeat)
I have a fine flute in my throat that God gave me
corn cob, smell of tobacco, aguardiente and rum,
I grab my backpack, light the candle, and the sound rings.
and I get tangled up in the moon with the stars all my voice. (repeat)
As I am the queen, a fine violin courts me.
A piano captivates me, a saxophone follows me, I hear a trumpet.
and the whole orchestra creates a party around me
and I am the cumbia, the flirty female I dance happily. (repeat)
I was born on the beautiful Caribbean beaches of my country
I am from Barranquilla, I am from Cartagena, I am from there
I am from Santa Marta, I am from Montería, but that's for sure
I am Colombian, oh! beautiful land where I was born. (repeat)
As I am the queen, I am courted by a fine violin.
a piano enchants me, a saxophone follows me, I hear a trumpet
and the whole orchestra forms a party around me
and I am the cumbia, the flirty female I dance happily. (repeat)
I was born on the beautiful Caribbean beaches of my country
I am from Barranquilla, from Cartagena, I am from there.
I am from Santa Marta, I am from Montería, but that's for sure
I am Colombian, oh! beautiful land where I was born. (repeat)
and my shoulders are a pair of maracas that the sun kisses.
and I entangle in the moon with the stars all my voice.
I am Colombian, oh! beautiful land where I was born.