Buenaventura Y Caney

Let them know in Puerto Rico, that it's the land of the 'jibarito'
Today in New York, my song, forgive me for not dedicating it to you
To Panama, Venezuela, to all, all little brothers
The Niche group asks for apologies, as it's not our fault
That on the Pacific coast there's a town that we carry
In our souls, it stuck to us and we compare it with others
There's affection, tenderness, a taste-filled atmosphere
The rhythms run in the blood of the young
Even the oldest
They are like us, always joyful in their faces
To you my Buenaventura, with love we dedicate it

From the 'caney' to the boulevard, I walk two steps
There we arrive at the pineapple plantation, then we wallow
From the 'caney' to the boulevard, I walk two steps
There we arrive at the pineapple plantation, then we wallow

There you have your mountain, there you have your king
Like the 'mamey' has its sweet syrup and a little black girl too
Where the black man alone, freed himself
Giving free rein to flavor and drum
Just like I saw a brunette pass through your streets
Oh, how beautiful she is
We wallow, we get drunk
By God, we toast everything for you
When I'm far from you, Buenaventura
I feel like crying for you

My Buenaventura, Buenaventura and Caney
My Buenaventura, Buenaventura and Caney

Now I'm going to have a red snapper with plenty of sauce
And a 'ñato' stew
And I'll tell you, buddy
Grupo Niche, to dance and enjoy

Jlo Don't love me