La Perla [English translation]

Hey, this is dedicated to all of the neighborhoods of Puerto Rico.

Trujillo! Dedicated to the neighborhood of La Perla.

Pocho! Tell Johana to make me some really good rice and beans.

A shout out to Jose; we'll catch you on your way down.

And you - what are you looking at?

I've had an attitude since I was five years old

My mama raised me with scolding and slaps on the mouth

Had gray hair mixed with brown since childhood

I'm the black sheep of the whole flock

And I grew little by little

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop knocking off coconuts

And even though I almost killed myself and beheaded myself

No one ever saw me crying or dripping snot

Always smelled good and had my hair combed

To look for a girlfriend with a pretty last name

Larita, my first kiss of love

The witch got married, rain with sun

(chorus)

Down there in the hole in the gap

Bouquets of flowers are blossoming

Colorful little houses with the windows open

Next door neighboors of the beach

I have everything; I don't lack anything

I have the night which I can use as a blanket

I have the best landscapes of the sky

I have a little refrigerator stocked with ice beer

A rainbow flavored snow cone

Pretty people surrounded by water

The deceased depicted on the wall with spray paint

And those who stay playing basketball

A couple of gringos who ruin my landscape

Been taking pictures since they landed

The police that shoot and go unpunished

Breaking into my house to get their paycheck

My mother was born here and so was even my great-grandmother

This is my neighborhood and I'm free like Mandela

Beware of the old school that it not catch you

Because it'll get you with a sandal or a broomstick

So don't give me that clown act

Because I come with the appetite of a laborer

To eat anyone who comes to take what's mine

I'm the Napoleon of the countryhouse

Hey! I dedicate this to those who work for low wages

To feed their little chicks

I love my neighborhood like Tito loves Jaimito

I don't fight for paved roads

Or for square footage or for a golden dream

I fight for a perfumed landscape

And for a good steak and onions dish

For my mother's smile which is worth a million

I fight for my grandmother rocking in her chair

I fight for some barbecued kebabs

And for how beautiful La Perla looks from a plane

Hey tell 'em!

(chorus x2)

Hey! This is for the innocence of Jonatán Román

The “Chilinga” from Argentina

We're firing up engines. Do it.

That laughter in La Perla I can hear in the stream

And from Pito to Callao and where there are little ones

I believe in neighborhoods with mothers who lived with similar purposes

And in the end they died without having taken any vacation

As my grandmother used to say: those were the cards dealt to the poor

Even the unborn work for this eternal as well as universal neighborhood

And the one who messes with my neighborhood won’t get along with me

I can use the night as a blanket!

I can see the lights in La Perla from Panama

I can use the night as a blanket!

Shining in Morse code and they beckon me

I can use the night as a blanket!

A road made of stars, our traffic light is the moon

I can use the night as a blanket!

I went out at seven thirty and am getting back at one

I can use the night as a blanket!

Girl, put some Vicks vapor rub on me like my mother used to

I can use the night as a blanket!

I will remember where I came from even in my sleep

I can use the night as a blanket!

The good man isn't afraid, isn't afraid of the dark

I can use the night as a blanket!

Ea! And I don't lack for anything

(Chorus excluding what Residente sings)

That neighborhood wall and this'll amaze you

Fifty years later, my name is still on it

There's no forgiving the idiot clown here

Your last name, your money is worthless here

The character of the person we hang out with is respected

We were born of many mothers but we're only brothers here

And that ocean in front of my house, I swear it's true,

Like the one in La Perla, even if I'm in Panama

And on the horizon I see a moving cloud drawing the face of the great Maelo Ribera

Celebrate this get-together man.

What do you make of this collaboration between Rubencito and Calle 13?

I can use the night as a blanket!

But that doesn't take care of the suspicious white man

I can use the night as a blanket!

The night doesn't absolve the lying verb

I can use the night as a blanket!

If you lost yourself, brother, find your self

I can use the night as a blanket!

Come to Panama and contribute to tourism

I can use the night as a blanket!

A thousand thanks Resident, a thousand thanks Visitor

I can use the night as a blanket!

Catch yourself a platform in Argentina; keep moving forward

I can use the night as a blanket!

With Lilia the lyrics are going up; let's see if they filter through

I can use the night as a blanket!

Mission accomplished; the minister retires.