Calles viejas más mil motas
Vigiladas por un farol,
Voz de negro de alma tenebrosa
Voz del barrio del tambor.
Fiel candombe color de sombra
Y candombe en el corazón,
Canto oscuro que zumba y asombra
Con la angustia de su son.
Recuerdos de las morenas
Vistiendo batas color punzó,
Luciendo las azucenas
De sus sonrisas de corazón.
Barrio negro, barrio triste
Se ha apagado tu carbón,
Barrio negro ya no existes
Se ha callado tu tambor.
English translation
Old streets plus a thousand specks
Watched over by a street lamp,
Voice of black with a dark soul
Voice of the neighborhood of the drum.
Faithful candombe color of shadow
And candombe in the heart,
Dark song that buzzes and astonishes
With the anguish of its sound.
Memories of the brunettes
Dressed in dotted-colored gowns,
Wearing the lilies
Of their heartfelt smiles.
Black neighborhood, sad neighborhood
Your coal has been extinguished,
Black neighborhood you no longer exist
Your drum has fallen silent.
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