🎵 Lyrics
We played our tunes in Havana till the sweat ran down the wall, Fiddles hot, the whistle sharp, we gave the night our all. Guitars back in their cases, laughin’ as we roam, When rhythm spilled out on the street and pulled us from the road. There was laughter in the doorway and the brass was shoutin’ bright, Congas talkin’ to the moon in the middle of the night. A sign above the doorway said it clear as any tale— Painted bold in dancing light: Casa de Baile. We stepped inside, the floor was fire, the crowd was movin’ fast, The local band just smiled and said, “Amigos—make it last!” They waved us up upon the stage, no fear and no delay, And Irish strings met Cuban skins in the warm Havana sway. ¡Casa de Baile, ven a gozar! ¡Que suene la salsa, no pares de bailar! ¡Casa de Baile, la noche es ley! ¡Todo el mundo bailando en Casa de Baile—Oye! The fiddle chased the trumpet, the whistle kissed the clave, Bodhrán talked to congas like a rolling ocean wave. Reels fell into montunos, jigs learned how to swing, As Ireland danced with Cuba in a mad and joyful thing. ¡Casa de Baile, ven a gozar! ¡Salsa caliente pa’ todo el solar! ¡Casa de Baile, sin timidez! ¡Ven pa’ la pista, baila otra vez! Fiddle cryin’ — ¡Dale, dale más! Tin whistle flyin’ — ¡Así se va! Hands in the air now, feet on fire, From Galway Bay to Havana choir! ¡Casa de Baile, ven a gozar! ¡Irlanda y Cuba se ponen a tocar! ¡Casa de Baile, no tiene fin! ¡Baila, baila, baila—hasta el amanecer, sí!