Queen of the Cup â Best of Panamaâ đ¶
(Salsa-style rhythm, driving percussion, trumpets, clave b**t, congas, and a touch of accordion or flauta panameña for local flair)
[Verse 1]
From the highlands where the clouds kiss the trees,
Panamaâs heart beats on every breeze.
Geisha blossoms like a song in bloom,
With every sip, the soul finds room.
[Pre-Chorus]
Natural, washed â they tell their tale,
Of hands that picked and winds that sail.
From Boqueteâs light to VolcĂĄnâs fire,
We roast, we cup, we never tire!
[Chorus]
đș Sheâs the queen of the cup,
Geisha rising up â feel the heat in your b***d!
From Japan to Sydney, Taipei to Peru,
We gather as one, for a taste so true.
Panama, oh Panama, your beans never lie â
Let the rhythm of coffee lift us high!
[Verse 2]
Caturra, Pacamara, in the dance they join,
Every lot, a story, every bean, a coin.
The farmers, the families, generations deep,
Planting hope in soil, in dreams they keep.
[Pre-Chorus]
Judges swirl, breathe, and feel the flame,
Aromas rise â never the same.
With every cupping, the passion grows,
In every note, the terroir shows!
[Chorus â with call & response]
đș Sheâs the queen of the cup â (ÂĄGeisha, Geisha!)
Let your spirit erupt â (ÂĄPanamĂĄ, arriba!)
From Seoul to Berlin, Beijing to LA,
We honour the farms, the café ballet.
Panama, oh Panama, you make the world sing â
Your coffee, your soul, your offering!
[Bridge â percussion breakdown, spoken]
This is for the pickers, the dryers, the roasters,
The storytellers in every cup.
For every varietal that dares to shine â
Geisha may lead, but all rise in time.
[Final Chorus â key change for lift]
đș Sheâs the queen of the cup,
Raise your glass, fill it up!
Panamaâs rhythm in every pour,
Weâre dancing now â thatâs what we came for!
Panama, oh Panama, youâve won our hearts,
A fiesta of flavor where greatness starts!
[Outro â fading chant over percussion]
(¥Geisha! ¥Café! ¥Panamå por siempre!)
(ÂĄWe cup, we dance, we love, we say â gracias!)