En la plazuela ar caé la tarde,

suena una rumba que quita loh male'

La gente se arrima, buhca candela,

olvidando penah, ¡ay! la vida vuela

Er Jony me mira, argo me trama,

sé que ehta noche quiere da la vara

Pero mi gitana ya m'a avisao,

"Ten cuidaíto, primo, er Jony ehtá voláo"

Lah luseh del barrio

parpadeando

Y un ehcalofrío

que m'empieza a entrá

vamoh par coche

con la papela

¡que la jarana acaba de empezá!

¡Rumba kinki, toh contentoh

¡Somoh libreh como er viento!

Con cuatro duroh y 3 canutoh,

quemamoh er firmamento

Toca lah palmah

fiesta gitana,

bailando ahta que sarga er sol,

¡Que ehta rumba cure er alma

y noh quite cuarquié doló!

¡Olé!

La chupa de cuero,

con loh pieh descarsoh,

buhcando la suerte

entre desengaño'

Ay, Jony mi primo,

cármate un poco

que tieneh treh críoh

y te viene otro

Jony compadre,

frena un poquito

deberíah sentirte curpable

que te meteh por la narí

to lo que ganah

robando cable

tra tra!

Lah luseh del barrio

parpadeando

Y un ehcalofrío

que m'empieza a entrá

vamoh par coche

con la papela

¡que la jarana acaba de empezá!

¡Rumba kinki, toh contentoh

¡Somoh libreh como er viento!

Con cuatro duroh y 3 canutoh,

quemamoh er firmamento

Toca lah palmah

fiesta gitana,

bailando ahta que sarga er sol,(o s'acabe la borsa! )

¡Que ehta rumba cure er alma

y noh quite cuarquié doló!

Jony ereh el diablo-ooooooohooohoo

naino na na nanainonnainooo tra ahh tra tra

naino naino naino tratra

¡Olé! ¡Vámono ya!

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In the little square at the falling [of] the afternoon,

sounds a rumba that takes away the ills'

The people get close, look for fire,

forgetting sorrows, oh! life flies

The Jony looks at me, something he plots for me,

I know that this night he wants to give the stick

But my gypsy woman already has warned me,

"Have little care, cousin, the Jony is flown"

The lights of the neighborhood

flickering

And a shiver

that starts to enter me

let's go to the car

with the little paper

that the revelry has just begun!

Kinki rumba, everyone happy

We are free like the wind!

With four duros and 3 little tubes,

we burn the firmament

Clap the palms

gypsy party,

dancing until the sun comes out,

May this rumba cure the soul

and take away from us any pain!

Olé!

The leather jacket,

with the feet barefoot,

looking for the luck

among disillusionments'

Ay, Jony my cousin,

calm yourself a little bit

because you have three kids'

and another one comes to you

Jony buddy,

brake a tiny bit

you should feel yourself guilty

because you put up the nose

all that which you earn

stealing cable

tra tra!

The lights of the neighborhood

flickering

And a shiver

that starts to enter me

let's go to the car

with the little paper

that the revelry has just begun!

Kinki rumba, everyone happy

We are free like the wind!

With four duros and 3 little tubes,

we burn the firmament

Clap the palms

gypsy party,

dancing until the sun comes out,(or the bag runs out! )

May this rumba cure the soul

and take away from us any pain!

Jony you are the devil-ooooooohooohoo

naino na na nanainonnainooo tra ahh tra tra

naino naino naino tratra

Olé! Let's go now!