La Belleza de Un Son

Long time ago, I wondered;
Where could I find the explanation for the
beauty of any son
Could it be the tres, maybe the bongo, the güiro, the clave,
the chorus, the drum
Or perhaps, the improvisation
What is it that makes a son so beautiful?

I have not yet found an explanation
It seems to me the definition:
'It will depend on the feeling of everyone who listens to a son;'

In the eyes of the mother I love
There lies the beauty of my son

Listen to the flowers of the countryside and their color
There lies the beauty of my son

In the rumba, in the rumba that, in the rumba that is heard
in an alley
There lies the beauty of my son

Roberto Roena, when he hits that new little machine
that sounds like a bongo
There lies the beauty of my son

bururu barara where Miguel goes, I go
There lies the beauty of my son

In Valentin's bass and the bell in combination
There lies the beauty of my son

In the times I copied singing from Cheo Feliciano, my buddy
There lies the beauty of my son

In the 'quiquin quiquin' of the bell
There lies the beauty of my son

In the eyes of the woman I love
There lies the beauty of my son

In the space sings the space in the space of imagination
There lies the beauty of my son

In the collective soul of Puerto Rico as a nation
There lies the beauty of my son

In the base of Vieques and its reason
There lies the beauty of my son

The chorus heard from the rooftop
There lies the beauty of my son

My buddy tells me: I like that girl, even if she's ugly
There lies the beauty of my son

bururu barara Valentin, oh God
There lies the beauty of my son

In the feeling given without pretension
There lies the beauty of my son

In the fiery gaze of a dancer
There lies the beauty of my son

In the hand of a grandmother that offers love
There lies the beauty of my son

The rich beauty that says El Son Son
There lies the beauty of my son

Up Puerto Rico and Panama ....ome
Celebrating Bobby Valentin

Of my son
The hand of a friend and his compassion

Of my son
in the corner and hurry in the corner

Of my son
In every soneo the improvisation

Of my son
dentro del alma mi corazón

This is for all of you guys
And for all of Us
Because there are many types of prison
There are many types of prison, buddy

Only the one with an open soul will be free
The one who doesn't close the door to their own humanity
The one who seeks the truth and creates their own destiny
The one who straightens the path, with sheer will
No matter where they are, or how tough their life is
There's always a way out, for those who live with dignity.
It's a simple truth, that I share with you today
'That even within four walls, The Soul Lives in Freedom'