A medium tempo witty son with all the instrumentation of the big club bands of 50's. The woman vocalist is asking where is her Tambor as she wants to play Rumba and someone has hidden it.
Where is my drum, it must have abandoned me? It's because I wasn't honest with him at the guaguancó party. In the middle of the party, I lost my drum, it seems that they hid it with bad intentions. Where is my drum? Eh. The person who did it doesn't know what he's doing, if my drum is lost, my soul will die. I hold this instrument as something very sacred, I have made sound out of it and I have never mistreated it. It is attached to my soul in a unitary way and whoever returns it to me I will reward, whoever returns it to me I will reward. Where is my drum, it must have abandoned me? It's because I wasn't honest with him at the guaguancó party. The party has become good, the party has gained flavor because people tell me that the drum has already appeared, I say so. If my drum is lost, I don't know what would happen, the sun would not be sun, nor would my life be life. Pay attention, gentlemen, this is not salsa, this is son, and it is played for you by Piquetón de Rondón. How? A sincere tribute to the greats of son, and in each interpretation we put our heart. Put feeling into it, daddy.
¿Dónde está mi tambor, seguro me abandonó?
Es que no le fui sincera en la rumba del guaguancó.
En medio de la rumba se me ha perdido el tambor,
parece que lo escondieron con una mala intención.
¿Dónde está mi tambor? Eh.
La persona que lo hizo no sabe lo que está haciendo,
si se pierde mi tambor mi alma se irá muriendo.
A este instrumento lo tengo como algo muy sagrado,
sonido yo le he sacado y nunca lo he maltratado.
Él va prendido a mi alma de una manera unitaria
y aquel que me lo devuelva lo voy a gratificar,
a aquel que me lo devuelva lo voy a gratificar.
¿Dónde está mi tambor, seguro me abandonó?
Es que no le fui sincera en la rumba del guaguancó.
La rumba se ha puesto buena, la rumba cogió sabor
porque me dice la gente que ya apareció el tambor, lo digo yo.
Si se pierde mi tambor no sé lo que pasaría,
el sol no sería sol, ni mi vida sería vida.
Pongan atención señores, esto no es salsa esto es son
y lo toca para tí el Piquetón de Rondón. ¿Cómo?
Un homenaje sincero para los grandes del son,
y en cada interpretación ponemos el corazón.
Ponle sentimiento, papi.