Plena y Bomba

In my grandmother's alley
Love is made of cinnamon
In my grandmother's alley
Everything is inspiration

Heaven wanted me to be born
Between the coconut and the pot
I wanted with my song
And I made it to New York
Mayoral

I say it with the plena
With my plena I dream
I tell you there's no condemnation
If you're born in an alley, colored

In my grandmother's alley
Love is made of cinnamon
In my grandmother's alley
Everything is inspiration

In Marujita's alley
Your love letters hang
In the alley, a boy who passed by
Falls in love with you
My cholita

In my grandmother's alley
Love is made of cinnamon
In my grandmother's alley
Everything is inspiration

With a clean face I tell you
A couplet in prayer
With a clean face I tell you
With the plena I dance
Oh blessed!

My grandmother taught me to clean the insides
So the spiders won't bite me
The body bathes in sugar cane syrup
That's how everything damaged is fixed
With a bit of bomba as well
I come vaccinated against termites
Nourished with breadfruit, I come strong
Hey, move aside, the train is coming
Flying, as my grandparents taught me
Barefoot, to connect with the ground
Cuan cuan, when the music rules
No spirit gets sick
My grandmother's alley is in Loíza
The drums sound every time someone steps
The leather is speaking, let no one fall asleep
Even the palm trees grew legs

Suck on the cinnamon candy
I know you'll like it
But suck on the cinnamon candy
It will amuse you

You go to the beach
And take a dip in the sea
When you come out of that bath
You'll find some sugar
Mayoral

Suck on the cinnamon candy
I know you'll like it
But suck on the cinnamon candy
It will amuse you

I live sadly in the countryside
I live sadly in the countryside
Every day suffering more
Oh God, what will become of me
If I don't dance this bomba
I will die

Countryside countryside countryside
Of my life
Every day suffering more
Oh God, what will become of me
If I don't dance this bomba
I will die

Countryside, I carry you
In my memories
Like perfume carries the flower
I dream of your valleys, your mountains
Countryside of Puerto Rico
I carry you in my heart

Bomba bomba
From my Borinquen
Look, if I don't dance it
I will die
What I bring you
Bomba and plena
Bomba and plena
For you to dance
And enjoy