Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Gemba Colorá by Celia Cruz from Spanish to English.
These English lyric translations are not yet verified.
En la llanura habanera
In the Havana plain
Entre madrugas y guines
Between dawns and Guines
En la llanura habanera
In the Havana plain
Entre madrugas y guines
Between dawns and Guines
Como lindos coma Guines
Like beautiful, like Guines
Canta la huerta habanera
The Havana garden sings
Que buena está la bemba
How good the lips are
Le gusta mucho una bemba
He/She/They really like lips
Córrela, córrela, córrela, córrela
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Colorá, bemba, colorá
Red, lips, red
Colorá, colorá, colora
Red, red, red
Bemba eh, colorá
Lips, eh, red
Esa es colorá
That one is red
Hace unos años salí
A few years ago I left
De mi tierrita adorada
From my beloved homeland
Y todavía recuerdo
And I still remember
Sus calles y sus cañadas
Its streets and its ravines
Sus bohíos, yo adoraba
Its huts, I adored
A las palmeras agarraba
I grabbed the palm trees
Siempre, siempre iban techados
Always, always they were roofed
Con trozos de vieja yagua
With pieces of old yagua
Soy marinero con buen bahía
I'm a sailor with a good bay
Soy marinero con buen bahía
I'm a sailor with a good bay
Yo tengo cuatro palomas
I have four doves
En una cuenca de loma
In a hill basin
A todas les pongo agua
I give water to all of them
Todas beben su buchito
All drink their little sip
Ninguna se pone brava
None get angry
Que buenas son mis palomas
How good my doves are
Que buenas son
How good they are
Que buenas son
How good they are
Que buenas son
How good they are
Ay, colorá, colorá
Oh, red, red
Un pajarillo en su jaula
A little bird in its cage
Vuela y vuela sin cesar
Flies and flies without ceasing
Y siempre buscando el mar
And always looking for the sea
Si vio por donde escapar
If it saw where to escape
Pobrecito, ay, como sufre
Poor thing, oh, how it suffers
Buscando su libertad, y yo
Looking for its freedom, and I
Yo como el pájaro quiero
I, like the bird, want
Mi libertad recobrar
To regain my freedom
Ven, ven, ven, ven
Come, come, come, come
Ven, ven, ven, ven
Come, come, come, come
Ven, ven, ven, ven
Come, come, come, come
Enterraron por la tarde
They buried in the afternoon
A la hija de Juan Simón
Juan Simón's daughter
Era Simón en el pueblo
Simón was in the town
El único enterrador, colorá
The only gravedigger, red
El mismo a su propia hija
He himself to his own daughter
Y tu veras
And you will see
Al cementerio la llevó
He took her to the cemetery
El mismo cavó la fosa
He himself dug the grave
Implorando una oración
Imploring a prayer
Colorá, en una mano
Red, in one hand
En una mano la pala
In one hand the shovel
Y en la otra el azadón
And in the other the hoe
Y cuando le preguntaban
And when they asked him
De donde vienes Juan Simón
Where do you come from, Juan Simón
Y dijo yo, yo soy enterrador
And he said I, I'm a gravedigger
Yo soy enterrador y vengo a
I'm a gravedigger and I come to
A Jaime Serrada le baja el sudor
Sweat runs down Jaime Serrada
Le llego los
I reached them the
Les llego los
I reached them the
Súbelo Pedro, súbelo, súbelo
Raise it Pedro, raise it, raise it
Ay colora, ay colorao
Oh red, oh red
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