En Talla (feat. Al2 El Aldeano)

Oh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Listen
Oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-uh
Lo-ro-ro, ouh, lei-lei-lei-lei

I will only ask for justice, oh
Go ahead, Puertorro
Oh, lei
Here it comes

I come from the land of short memory
We are the news that nobody cares about
A passport with a little bread
In exchange for fighting in Iraq, Japan, and Vietnam

First world, but the truth swallows you
When with a little rain the electricity goes out
The irony of the country is of high caliber
Colonized, but drinking cubalibre

Our identity is revealed
When we buy online and don't even appear on the map
We're fine, people say
In my country there's no dictatorship because we don't even have a president

But if they repress on July 24, it repeats
Don't make Lola Rodríguez shout it at you
The river's flow may stir
Don't believe me? Let Julia de Burgos recite it to you

Our courage has the strength of four horses
We grew up watching cockfights
The clear, we learned to raise ourselves with a pig
To later eat it on the spit

Two flags wave on the pole
But only one should go up when I die
The one with the star that surfs alone
Above the light blue of the wave

Different sugar, but for the same throne
To pour into the colonizer's coffee
From a bird, the two wings
Pulling out weeds, me with the beak, Aldo with the shovel

Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Here it comes, rise

Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om
Pom, pom, pom

Ah, the cave, asere, yeah
I will fight for my dreams because once I die
They will go with my soul, I suppose wherever she wants
After the dark hallway, I don't know what world awaits me

I only know that I would like to be born again in Cuba
Mambise from the cradle, morals don't accept paper
The blood that runs under my skin has history
We have crossed mountains, the Mariel tides

The star on my flag has no owner, Canel
Politics in the end screw everything
Say what you say or do what you do
I am the voice of those streets that silence swallows

The light that beats in the chest of the people that never goes out
I'm not here to invent with my verses, I explain it to you
I'm a resident of the 26 neighborhood since I was a kid
It's René with Al2, asere, all levels peak

For all the neighborhoods of Cuba, yes, for all those of Puerto Rico
I represent red land with will
Of innocents who are imprisoned because they have told the truth
Be clearer than a river that in this humanity

Those who dream are the ones who change reality
Down with the snitches, down with the cops
Down with those who exploit the poor while hunger strikes
When with my hands I address these false patriots

José Martí in one hand and Camilo Cienfuegos in the other
All governments are the same
So much corruption no one can stop it
Unless the people take out their hearts
And the courage in their DNA

Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Go ahead, rise, rise
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao

Go ahead, rise
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om
Pom, pom, pom
It was for Cuba and Puerto Rico, go