Mother, I want to know where the singers come from, for I find them very gallant and I want to meet them; with their fascinating lyrics that I want to learn. Where are they from? Could they be from Havana? From proud Santiago? They come from the hill, and they sing on the plain. They come from Maringouin, with this Maringouin sound! Son de Maringouin!
It is the weekend, and we must sing. This is one of the best songs.