Hey, this is dedicated to all the neighborhoods of Puerto Rico
Trujillo! Dedicated to the neighborhood of La Perla
Pocho! Tell Joanna to make me a rice with beans, very hard
A little greeting to Josian, we catch them going down
And you, what are you looking at?

I've had attitude since I was five
My mom created it with a mask and scolding
Since I was little, white-haired, with brown hair
I'm the black sheep of the whole flock
And I was growing little by little
Jumping from roof to roof, knocking down coconuts
And even though I almost killed myself and almost got hurt
They never saw me crying or blowing my nose
Always perfumed and well combed
To find myself a girlfriend with a nice last name
Larita, my first kiss of love
The witch got married, rain with sun

Down there in the hole, in the gap
Flowers are born by the bunch
Colorful houses with the window open
Neighbors of the beach, door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
I have the night that serves me as a sheet
I have the best landscapes of the sky
I have a fridge full of beer with ice

A rainbow with snow cone flavor
Beautiful people surrounded by water
The deceased painted on the wall with aerosol
And those who remain, playing basketball
A couple of gringos that ruin my landscape
They come taking pictures from the landing

The police, who shoot without shame
Breaking my house to collect the fortnight
Here my mom was born and even my great-grandmother
This is my neighborhood and I am free like Mandela
Beware of the old school, don't get caught
They're going to hit you with flip-flops and broomsticks

So don't get cheeky with me
Because I come with a worker's appetite
To eat anyone who comes to steal what's mine
I am the Napoleon of the housing project
Hey! This is dedicated to those who work with a low salary
To feed their chicks
I love my neighborhood as Tito loves Caimito

I don't fight for a paved land
Nor for square meters, nor for a golden dream
I fight for a well-perfumed landscape
And for a good plate of onion steak
For my mother's smile that's worth a million
I fight for my grandmother rocking in her chair
I fight for some charcoal skewers
And for how beautiful La Perla looks from a plane
Hey, tell him!

Down there in the hole, in the gap
Flowers are born by the bunch
Colorful houses with the window open
Neighbors of the beach, door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
I have the night that serves me as a sheet
I have the best landscapes of the sky
I have a fridge full of beer with ice

Down there in the hole, in the gap
Flowers are born by the bunch
Colorful houses with the window open
Neighbors of the beach, door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
I have the night that serves me as a sheet
I have the best landscapes of the sky
I have a fridge full of beer with ice

Hey
This was for the innocence of Jonathan Román
The kite from Argentina
We're warming up engines
Go ahead

That laughter in La Perla I heard in El Chorrillo
And from Tepito to Callao and wherever there are children
I believe in neighborhoods with mothers who lived for the same reasons
And in the end they died without having vacations
As my grandmother used to say "That's how the deck was, in the poor's house
Even the fetus works"
For that eternal neighborhood, also universal
And whoever messes with my neighborhood, I don't like

The night serves me as a sheet
I see the lights of La Perla from Panama
The night serves me as a sheet
Shining in Morse code and they invite me over there
The night serves me as a sheet
A path made of stars, traffic light, the moon
The night serves me as a sheet
I left at seven and a half and I'm arriving at one
The night serves me as a sheet
Baby, rub me with Vicks VapoRub like my mom used to do
The night serves me as a sheet
Even asleep I don't forget my identity
The night serves me as a sheet
The good man is not afraid, he is not afraid of the dark
The night serves me as a sheet
Hey! And I don't lack anything else

Down there in the hole, in the gap
Flowers are born by the bunch
Colorful houses with the window open
Neighbors of the beach, door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
The night serves me as a sheet

That wall of the neighborhood, and that's for you to be amazed
Fifty years later it still keeps my name

Here the foolish cheeky is not forgiven
Here your last name, your money is worth nothing
We respect the character of the people we hang out with
We were born from many mothers but here there are only brothers
And that sea in front of my house I swear it's true
Like the one in La Perla even though I'm in Panama
And on the horizon I see a traveling cloud
Drawing the face of the great Maelo Ribera
Celebrate this reunion, compay
What do you think of this combination of Rubencito and Calle 13?

The night serves me as a sheet
But that doesn't solve the suspicious white
The night serves me as a sheet
The darkness does not absolve the lying verb
The night serves me as a sheet
If you got lost brother, find yourself
The night serves me as a sheet
Come here to Panama and contribute to tourism
The night serves me as a sheet
My thanks Resident, my thanks Visitor
The night serves me as a sheet
Get yourself a stand in Argentina, keep going forward
The night serves me as a sheet
Bolivia, the letter goes up high to see if it passes the filter
The night serves me as a sheet
Task accomplished, the minister retires

Blowing, Daniel Ramírez

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