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!