I party the hardest in my family
The prettiest Black woman ever born
In Havana's neighborhood of Belén
I, I am the one who arrives at the party
And when I start dancing with my spongy little waist
I draw all the fearless handsomes
From out of the crowd
I've got hot sauce and peppers
In my atomic waist
And when I dance rumba music
Let me leave my own juicy flair on it
Because I party the hardest in Belén
Because of my little waist
The men go crazy for me
Because of my little waist
(Because of your little waist)
Yeah, I party the hardest in Belén
(Because of your little waist)
Hey, those men go crazy over me
(Because of your little waist)
It's because I have hot sauce and peppers in my walk
(Because of your little waist)
Hey, Belén, Mari Belén, Mari Belén, I could die
(Because of your little waist)
They call me the guarachera rhythm lady of Cuba
(Because of your little waist)
Oh, Belén, ay, Belén, Mari Belén, Mari Belén, I could die
(Because of your little waist)
Belén, Belén, Belén, Belén, Belén, Belén...