There is no translation necessary.
The rhythm has its own flavored vocabulary
Trumpets blaring high and low in exciting celebration
Horns racing to compete for measured titillations.
Can you feel it.
Each country has its own spice and musical innuendos
South and Central America, Mexico, Puerto Rico and Santa Domingo
Can you feel it.
Can you feel it!
The music full of lively passion its tempo fills the soul
Each beat having its own color from dark blues to sparkly gold.
Can you feel it?
The drums beat fast then slow
as if they have an existence of their own.
Can you feel the beats trickling down to the marrow of your bones?
Each measure is filled with spice and the aroma of Latin spaces.
Let’s dance to represent all of the Latin places.
Even the Universe joins in and taps His toes.
The cadence is so rich, even in the Heavens
the beat echoes.
