CANARIA SOY Lyrics English Translation by K-Narias
(feat. BEJO, Juseph, Ptazeta)
Alright my people, grab your partner cause now we’re gonna dance
On the count of three. Everybody dancing, here we go.
One, two, three, here we go.
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
Reggaeton, reggaeton
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
Reggaeton, reggaeton
K-Narias I am, I bring salsa with reggaeton
This is for the Canarians, the reggaeton heads, the ones who dance bent low
and hit the floor, for the sons of my big shots and warriors
for the ones raised by grandma with gofio and pots.
We’re gonna give it to ’em dj, lay it on, spin it around like the tube of a tripod,
don’t hold back up high, with attitude so the other girls get jealous
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
Reggaeton, reggaeton
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
Reggaeton, reggaeton
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
A little Uruguayan quickie, I order it for dessert no doubt,
we leave the restaurant to the Hotel Pelayo.
You my big mare and me your stallion.
I buy her a medal and take it to Medallo.
I blow up, if I have to,
let lightning strike me, I’m gonna go find her,
let’s do it without rehearsal, play your card,
we leave Los Rodeos, we stay up high.
From the Canaries to the whole world,
salsa with reggaeton ladies and gentlemen,
I just want the gomeros to whistle it,
for the palmeros to sing it and the conejeros to enjoy it.
Where are the fine mamas from the 928
that I got fired up, I woke up cocky,
I’m gonna set the place on fire, no fear,
to give you the fifty shades of the glamorous one.
Glamour yeah, the kid from the island,
bring me a little cheese that’s sweet like Tirma, or Clipper, or Canarian wine,
I brought you the sugar to sing you salsa like Celia.
Where are they. Canarian women and chicharreras.
Where are they. The one with glamour to spare.
Where are they. Report in, so I can take ’em out.
Don’t wait up for me at home cause I’m coming home late.
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
Reggaeton, reggaeton.
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
Reggaeton, reggaeton.
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
Reggaeton, reggaeton.
They want him to give it to ’em,
They want him to give it to ’em, they want
They want him to give it to ’em, they want him to give it to ’em…