La Perla

[René]
Hey, this is dedicated to all the neighborhoods of Puerto Rico
Trujillo! Dedicated to the neighborhood of La Perla
Pocho! Tell Johana to make me a rice and beans dish really hard
A shoutout to Josian, we catch them going down
And you, what are you looking at?

[René]
I have had attitude since I was five years old
My mom created it with a face mask and scolding
Since I was little, small and with brown hair
I'm the black sheep of the whole flock
And I grew up little by little
Jumping from roof to roof, knocking down coconuts
And even though I almost killed myself and almost got hit
They never saw me crying or blowing my nose
Always perfumed and well groomed
To find myself a girlfriend with a nice last name
Larita, my first love kiss
The witch rain married the sun

[Rubén]
Down there in the hole in the gap
Flowers bloom in bunches
Colorful little house with the window open
Beach neighbors door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
I have the night that serves as my sheet

[René]
I have the best sky landscapes
I have a little fridge full of beer with ice

A rainbow with the flavor of shaved ice
Beautiful people surrounded by water
The deceased painted on the wall with spray paint
And those who remain playing basketball
A couple of gringos who ruin my view
They come taking photos from the landing
The police who shamelessly throw themselves
Breaking into my house to collect their paycheck
Here my mom was born and even my great-grandmother
This is my neighborhood, I am as free as Mandela
Beware of the old school, don't get caught
They will hit you with slippers and broomsticks
So don't act up with me
Because I come with the appetite of a worker
To eat anyone who comes to steal what's mine
I am the Napoleon of the neighborhood
Hey! This is dedicated
To those who work for a low salary
To feed their little ones
I love my neighborhood like Tito
Loves Caimito
I don't fight for a paved land
Not for square meters
Not for a golden dream
I fight for a well-scented landscape
And for a good plate of steak with onions
For my mother's smile worth a million
I fight for my grandmother rocking in her armchair
I fight for some charcoal skewers
And for how beautiful La Perla looks from a plane
Hey, tell them!

[Rubén]
Down there in the hole in the gap
Flowers bloom in bunches
Colorful little house with the window open
Beach neighbors door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
I have the night that serves as my sheet

[René]
I have the best sky landscapes
I have a little fridge full of beer with ice

[Rubén]
Down there in the hole in the gap
Flowers bloom in bunches
Colorful little house with the window open
Beach neighbors door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
I have the night that serves as my sheet

[René]
I have the best sky landscapes
I have a little fridge full of beer with ice

[Rubén]
That laughter in La Perla, I heard it in El Chorrillo
And from Pisto to El Callao and wherever there are kids
I believe in neighborhoods with mothers who gave the same reasons
And in the end, they died without having vacations
As my grandmother used to say: 'that's how the deck was dealt
At home, the poor even the fetus works'
For that eternal neighborhood, also universal
And whoever messes with my neighborhood... I don't like

(the night serves as my sheet)
I see the lights of La Perla from Panama
(the night serves as my sheet)
Shining in Morse code and inviting me there
(the night serves as my sheet)
A path made of stars, the moon as a traffic light
(the night serves as my sheet)
I left at seven-thirty and I'm arriving at one
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
The good man is not afraid, not afraid of the darkness
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
Baby rub me with Vicks VapoRub like mom used to
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
Not even asleep do I forget my identity
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
Ea! And I lack nothing else

Down there in the hole in the gap, flowers bloom in bunches
Colorful little house with the window open
Beach neighbors door to door
Here I have everything, I lack nothing
I have the night that serves as my sheet

That wall in the neighborhood, and this is to amaze you
Fifty years later... it still bears my name
Here the fool is not forgiven
Here your last name, your money is worth nothing
The character of the people we walk with is respected
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 Majuelo Rivera
Celebrate this gathering, buddy! What do you think
Of this combination of Rubencito and Calle 13?

(the night serves as my sheet)
But that doesn't solve the suspicious white
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
The darkness doesn't absolve the lying verb
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
If you got lost, brother find yourself
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
Come here to Panama and contribute to tourism
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
A thousand thanks Residente, a thousand thanks visitor
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
Villa 21 in Argentina, keep moving forward
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
Bolivia... the lyrics go to El Alto to see if it passes the filter
(uo, uo, uo... the night serves as my sheet)
Forget the task, the minister retires