Anda Ven y Quiereme

Hey hey hey there's no mistake here, because I bring the touch of the year... the touch of the year!

Carraguao was my childhood
Belén my complication
Cayo Hueso my entanglement
Los Sitios my maturity

Buena Vista gave me the light eh eh
Belén the confirmation
El Cerro gave me the key
La Víbora gave me its love

I am the son of a founder
Who always dreamed of singing with the train
And you see sir that dream was given to me
And you see sir that dream was given to me

Eh eh come on love me, oh oh just love me
Love me like I love you, I will never disappoint you

My brothers from Jesús María
The people who dance night and day

But you will learn all my music
And you will love me

Eh eh come on love me, oh oh just love me
Eh eh come on love me, oh oh I love you

But love me like I love you and I will never disappoint you
... never

For my mom and for my dad, but!
... get ready

Blessed you gave me faith
To sing how it goes
To sing how it is

To sing beautifully
Like the rooster sings
Imagine yourself among so many horses

Always, always listen to my philosophy
To whom God gave it, may Saint Peter bless it

No, no, don't get angry, boncó
To whom it touched, it touched

Everyone is saying
That Los Van Van are on the street again

I repeat, I repeat...

Everyone is saying
That Los Van Van are on the street again

Blessed you gave me faith
To sing how it goes
To sing how it is

And as they say in Puerto Rico
Oh blessssed

Wait wait wait wait wait wait
Life has good things,
It has bad things
There's no mistake here

I bring the touch of the year.
The Van Van fanatic who starts dancing
What a touch.

But look at Quiqui
Who little by little has bought a motorcycle.
What a touch.

Julito and Frank Julio in a riquimbili
Throughout Havana
What a touch

The kid from the discotheque
Who throws it cool.
What a touch

And Bustamante with his Armani suit
What a touch

And you, what about Chabela with her hip-hugging jeans

The bad, the ugly and the negative
The bad, the ugly, the negative
It goes like this:
Envy, lies, bad things
Hey lieutenant didn't comb his hair
Hey Ernesto the console broke
A new shirt with a sloppy hole
They caught you with your hands in the cookie jar
Drinking beer and never getting ahead.