Rumba macumba candombe bambula X4 Canta en la calle Quemar el monton! Para Aguanile. Dar tu corazon. Viva mas! Encontras Tu forma Y baile mas.x4 See from here The mountains rising Clear, clear, clear with the rhythms of our ancestors drumming in our ears. Telling us to walk the line, find our time. Our spirits will walk with us for a lifetime. Feel the heat! On our feet! And dance! To our tribal beat. Rumba macumba candombe bambula X4 Let me sing you a songoro A pretty ditty decima called La Bambula Or maybe it's quimbara quimbara cumba Quimbamba Or maybe I'm thinking of ese como-se-llama Cosongoro A tune as tasty as mofongoro Rumba macumba candombe Bambula! X4 Let me clear my throat! When the world was young And laughter falling free Her hands reached out Like palma giving trees In those days Few songs were sung. But like ripe fruit Them tunes they hung. Grown from the ground. We ate those sounds. And they nourished us All around! X4 El corazón es un rio profundo, es una vena tejida en este mundo en parentesco con todos los que respiran las bestias y aves y peces sostienen y inspiran Que amemos lo digno y lo fecundo! Defienda nuestra Madre! Rumba macumba candombe Bambula! X4 Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula! X4 YA!

You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! Your small hands reach in for the grab To take over a drink you can’t have My coquito has history Of our land For our people Hard for you to understand There’s no equal You bark from the grandstand There’s no equal You’ll never understand You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! Coconut, condensed, and evaporated milk Cream of coconut and RUM, RUM, RUM! Mix in cinnamon With vanilla extract Blend it with passion No two are ever alike And you’ll never get it son This ain’t no Orange Julius! Take a listen: You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! There are many coquito creation stories Here’s one Back in 1898 Puerto Rico became a territory Of the US of A It was said that US soldiers Shared a milky drink with eggs and rum. Upon tasting it, the islanders said, “Ay Dios mio! Que es esso?! No, no, NO!” The Puerto Ricans reinvented it With local ingredients: Cream of coconut, coconut milk, Condensed milk, cinnamon, And some of the best rum in the world. Coquito was born! As with all myths there are disagreements: No eggs vs. eggs Nutmeg vs. cinnamon Cooking vs. blending Independent vs. colo-mmonweath 51st vs. sovereign free associated state But I implore you, my compays Let us not fall into despair There are many that would like to Capitalize on our special elixir. Our passion! And discard us Once they’ve mastered The recipe. I say pa’lante Pa’lante!...with coquito! If you’ll fight with me And you want to know What it tastes like This lovely coquito Sing! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away! You can’t take my coquito away!

Mofongo maduros mangú y tostones El pan nuestro va de mi plato al suyo In this season of giving gracias Time of lechón and side dishes Baked pavo, roast pernil, fried fishes We're grateful for the abundancias And share with our gente despite all distancias Their struggle in our corazones Actions supporting our oraciones What little we have lo compartimos Once all have eaten, nos unimos Mofongo maduros mangú y tostones Mofongo maduros mangú y tostones El pan nuestro va de mi plato al suyo (2×) God's children struggling por la vida Beyond a century of el pan nuestro One people's encounter is another's secuestro Yet they made gold from platanos y carne molida But today are denied water y comida Let us share instead the sweet sustenance of maduro Your rice, our beans, a sofrito con orgullo As we trade recipes beyond fronteras And raise each other up instead of banderas El pan nuestro va de mi plato al suyo Mofongo maduros mangú y tostones El pan nuestro va de mi plato al suyo (2×)

1898 Puerto Rico, top-soil, Your deep earth is Boriken En La Isla del Encanto Place where we Taíno once swam Eighteen hundred and ninety eight All eyes on Cuba's pain Papers signed in old Paris Cuba, Guam, and the Phillippines Mira como los hijos de Dios se olvidan de los hijos de Dios y ya no canta el coquí Puerto Rico, heart-broken, Caribe roots screaming deeply Remember the Mano de Dios Destiny manifests naked greed Miles of warships on Guánica Bombs on Vieques, corporate tax-holes Pharma-land, resorts for so few Low-blood sugar trade and united fruit Mira como los hijos de Dios se olvidan de los hijos de Dios y ya no canta el coquí Puerto Rico, free-fallin', Associated state of Caribbean dreaming They can serve but got no say Dulles knives de "La Operación" Counted out yet almost in The star on this flag is a bar on that star None shall gag Don Pedro's name Echoing on El Grito de Lares Mira como los hijos de Dios se olvidan de los hijos de Dios y ya no canta el coquí Eighteen hundred and ninety eight Sanctioned otherhood, flooding debt Eighteen hundred and ninety eight Ain't no borders on the rising tide Eighteen hundred and ninety eight As American as a hungry child Mil ochocientos noventa y ocho As American as a leilolai Mira como los hijos de Dios se olvidan de los hijos de Dios y ya no canta...