Inti-Illimani – Ritmos Negros Del Perú Lyrics
Artist: Inti-Illimani
Song: Ritmos Negros Del Perú
“Ritmos Negros Del Perú”
De África llegó mi abuela vestida con caracoles
La trajeron lo’ Españoles, en un barco e’ carabela
La marcaron con candela, la carimba fue su cruz
Y en América del Sur al golpe de sus dolores
Dieron los negros tambores, ritmos de la esclavitud
Por una moneda sola la revendieron en Lima
Y en la Hacienda “La Molina”
Sirvió a la gente española
Con otros negros de Angola
Ganaron por sus faenas, zancudos para sus venas
Para dormir en duro suelo y naíta’ de consuelo
Contra amarguras y penas…
En la plantación de caña
Nació el triste socavón, en el trapiche de ron
El negro cantó la zaña
El machete y la guadaña
Curtió sus manos morenas;
Y los indios con sus quenas
Y el negro con tamborete
Cantaron su triste suerte
Al compás de las cadenas
Murieron los negros viejos
Pero entre la caña seca
Se escucha su zamacueca
Y el panalivio muy lejos
Y se escuchan los festejos
Que cantó en su juventud
De Cañete a Tombuctú
De Chancay a Mozambique
Llevan sus claros repiques
Ritmos negros del Perú
Ritmos negros del Perú
El Perú
¡Ritmos negros del Perú!
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Ritmos Negros Del Perú Lyrics – English Translation
“Black rhythms of Peru”
From Africa my grandmother dressed in snails arrived
They brought it the ‘Spanish, on a ship and cabela
They marked her with Candela, the beal was her cross
And in South America to the coup of their pains
Black drums gave rhythms of slavery
For a currency alone they were relieved in Lima
And in the hacienda “La Molina”
She served Spanish people
With other blacks from Angola
They won for their tasks, mosquitoes for their veins
To sleep in hard soil and naíta ‘of Consuelo
Against bitterness and sorrows …
In cane plantation
The sad undercut was born, in Ron’s trapiche
The black sang the zaña
The machete and the scythe
He tanned his brunette hands;
And the Indians with their quenas
And black with drum
They sang their sad luck
To the compass of the chains
The old blacks died
But between the dry cane
Your Zamacueca is heard
And the honeycomb very far
And the celebrations are heard
That he sang in his youth
From Cañete to Tombuctú
From Chancay to Mozambique
They carry their clear repiques
Black rhythms of Peru
Black rhythms of Peru
Peru
Black rhythms of Peru!
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Inti-Illimani Lyrics – Ritmos Negros Del Perú
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Release Year: 2012