Let's go and mix each other like a fruit cocktail
Pork rind, Coca Cola and yucca
Relax, sweetie and don't get uptight
Let's refresh with mojito and beer
Go ahead, take off your blouse
Let's spin like a Russian roulette
I know that the guy is American
But, listen how the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
Dance, cute girl, sere-re-re (dance, dance, dance, dance)
Get the piano in the yard, no, no, no
Don't take off your flip-flops, make a sound with your flip-flop
Because this is getting lethal, lethal, lethal
The story I am telling you happened in a ghetto like that
Where rumba runs through the bones
If we're going to talk about symbol and progress
Where there's no fear of getting caught and me
The movie, I am bringing is different
The showman, that I am talking about, was not very common
In his veins liquor was distilling
And playing the piano, they clef was very present
The Cubans arrived with blood and sugar
Let's go and mix like a fruit cocktail
His hand has mesh like a African rumba
I know the guy is American
But, listen how the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
Bomb, clef, fifth, drawer and piano
This is not any clasical music
Out of his hands, white and black notes come out
Like a riffle in automatic mode
The drums fall for each other
In the street you can hear, I really like, the detail
And he goes with his piano under his arm
to the Hamel alleyway
Now look and enjoy
He's playing the piano in the rumba
He would never have imagined
The music would sound so nice and so high
The Cubans arrived with blood and sugar
Let's go and mix like a fruit cocktail
His hand has mesh like a African rumba
I know the guy is American
But, listen how the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds [x2]
How the piano sounds
How the piano sounds