FLORES DE VIDA Lyrics English Translation by Kendo Kaponi
How long can you live and resist before the heart breaks?
How many examples do you have to see before you come to your senses?
How many people have to leave for you to learn to say goodbye?
How many have to die for you to learn to let go?
And the thing is, I could never fix the flaw that everything seemed stable except me
We call it “enough” when we achieve what was ignored because it was out of reach
One day you saw me and it wasn’t me, but you could tell I wasn’t there
There are things I preferred to never tell
Like this loop of life where everything is always ending, but never quite ends
I know they don’t see it, but it’s darker, the best thing that could’ve happened to me already happened
And all I have left is more past than future
I have life and I breathe, but I don’t live, and I still don’t realize
That I’m still lifting rocks in case I find some piece of some friend
I don’t know what’s possible or what isn’t
But it is true that what’s left behind dies
I’ll go slow so I can walk with all of you one more time
Flowers that live, flowers that die
Flowers of life (Eh-eh)
Flowers of death (Eh-eh)
I’ll go too (Eh-eh)
With the dead who are still alive (Oh) and the living I already buried (Eh-eh, eh)
Flowers of life (Eh-eh)
Flowers of death (Eh-eh)
I’ll go too (I’ll go)
With the dead who are still alive and the living I already buried (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Yo, before I forget it, I want you to remember Gamalier Cruz Cariño and his cold-blooded wars
With Juncos, Humacao, and Aguada, which has been remembered for decades
Before you forget, I want you to remember Landy and his multiple prison escapes
And the event that marked Puerto Rico when he was recorded killing two cops inside a bakery
Before you forget, I want you to remember Chacal “El de Llorens”
Who pulled off the challenge of carrying his whole housing project into war (Yo, water, water)
And before you forget, I want you to remember Tara “El de Grayskull” (Tara)
Remember that sometimes it doesn’t heal, even if the wound closes
Before they forget, I want you to remember Tapia, Grupo 27 “Sangre y Guerra,” war (War, war)
It’s not lost
And rest in peace to the brother, he gave up on life
The friends who aren’t here, where do they go?
And before I forget, I want you to remember Hommysan for founding La Rompe Onu with Audi
Listen to it, I’m bringing it to you pure, no cuts
Before I forget, I want you to remember the division of Monte Hatillo Sur and Norte
One of those wars where anything goes (Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot)
Pito Paz, Aleka, and Albert versus Hommy, Audi, and Ale
Before they forget, I want you to remember the slow one with horse anesthetic
Volcanoes erupting from the veins, skin breaking and faces torn up
Before they forget, I want you to remember German “El Mostro”
I want you to remember Goldy “El de Cataño”
Remember he escaped from prison in Bayamón with a soap gun (He’s coming down)
He walked the cop from gate to gate dressed as the patrol guy and left in the corrections van
Before they forget, I want you to remember he also escaped from the maximum security prison, El Monstruo Verde (They’re coming, they’re coming)
And a helicopter picked him up from the rooftop, with deception and no harm
Proving there’s no evil that lasts a hundred years
Before I forget, I want you to remember Pepón “El de Loíza,” “El Andrómada”
And the shootout in broad daylight at the Canóvanas outlets (Ah-ah)
Listen, my man, before I forget, I want you to remember Muñekita “El de Monte Rey”
The minor who survived against El Combo de 70 and pressing play (Snitch, snitch)
The first street producer from Bayamón
And like the one with magic doesn’t live off the trick, thanks to him they know Kendo Kaponi, Farruko
Bandido, take her down if she can handle it
And as a news note, for whoever understands and can
A minor from Monte Rey invented the name Alqaeda
Before I forget, I want you to remember Coco Blin Blin
A fine leader who was headed to the big leagues to play ball (Blin Blin Blin)
But a gunshot to the hand changed his path
The event runs, Zuma and Hayabusa
Those 72-hour free concerts for the people
In Torres de Sabana we all lived Coachella and Lollapalooza
Stay sharp, ’cause you don’t live on excuses
And before I forget, I want you to remember the one who changed the game
Before I forget, I want you to remember the backbone of the maximum power in the history of Puerto Rico (They know who it is)
Ferrari, Lamborghini, Maserati
Innocents accused of the death of that abusive federal pig with the last name Albarati (Nah)
A jungle lion doesn’t wear a cage or a collar
And since they couldn’t catch him, they had to break the capsule
To fabricate with his evidence, snitch, manipulate the press like a circus of the judicial system (Nah)
But the one who fears nothing walks around Wakanda and they don’t see him as a pawn
Keep up the fake news, the truth is Moses and the tablets
The lawsuit for the power of Muñekón
Breathe it in, it’s the last one
And before I forget, I want you to remember that America had an Al Capone and a Frank Lucas with bad and good decisions
Colombia had Pablo, Mexico had El Chapo
But in P fuckin’ R we had Angelo Millones
With the reach of Don Omar’s fame
And the maximum force of the street became El Boster
But the difference between theirs and ours, for whoever wants and can, let them measure
The difference is that the one from home keeps his codes impeccable in the place where they took his life (They know)
Without Pablo’s government or El Chapo’s tunnel
Without wiretaps, without escape valves, kid
Neither the war nor the feds made him dirty a single rag
The homeboy today teaches these bandits of the world
What the perfect image of an undefeated boss in the codes looks like, and I’m not lying
If the street were a newspaper, right now
The front pages would say: “Angelo Millones and his commandments” (Au)
Flowers of life (Eh-eh)
Flowers of death (Eh-eh)
I’ll go too (Eh-eh)
With the dead who are still alive and the living I already buried (Eh)
Listen, my man
Before I forget, I want you to remember Pekeke from La Rompe Onu
Loyal friend (Ha), the suitcase with the shackle machine
And the hundred kids as escorts, ready to die for him (Thirty)
Before they forget, I want them to remember that with a wolf in front, no dog barks (The Wolves)
That the closest thing I had to a father
I want you to remember Eme “El de Las Monjas”
Who started in Hato Rey and ended at the Metro
I’ve cried over him, but also laughed
Remember the helicopter and the two FBI agents landing wounded (Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot)
They can play blind, but not deaf (Huh?)
And nobody beat that one in that war (Nah)
Before I forget, I want you to remember Pacho “El de Juana Matos”
El Antifeka, “El del Momento” (Tell ’em, Pa)
The one-eyed from a fragment of the bullet that pierced the body of that snitch on the concrete (Ah)
Before I forget, remember him as he stands (Ah)
Kendo Kaponi’s lieutenant (They know)
Decorated general of Alqaeda (Talk)
Ah
Ah-ah-ah
Before I forget, I want you to remember Blaze and the Catalá-Muriel war in Guaynabo (Tell ’em, Jota)
Before I forget, I want you to remember Angelito “El del AK blanco,” the one in the wheelchair and the Guaraguao war
Before I forget, I want you to remember Osama and Bloke “Los Demonios del Mapa,” the legends
Before I forget, I want you to remember Movie and the first Panamera in Orlando
Before I forget, I want you to remember the king of remixes
The one who was a bandit one day, and when I went to sleep, he was the producer of “Te Boté” (Ha)
I want you to remember the plane that went down with the family, and that memory that hurts so much to let in
I want you to remember he was my friend, that I’ll remember him forever (Rest in peace)
Before I forget, I want you to remember Tan “El de Country,” my brother from another mother (My brother)
And before I forget, I want you to remember this war sound, a Norinco AK-47
And that everyone I mentioned in songs of the moment, they’ve died (Rest in peace)
But I still have El Predator from the 65 (They know)
I want you to remember that I still sing what I write, and that El Preda is still alive
And before I forget, I want you to remember Kendo, his birth and his movement
And don’t forget Cheniel Capone, the phenomenon that took my time (I love you)
Soon with you, baby, soon with you
Promise fulfilled coming soon (Rest in peace)
He gets up, couldn’t sleep well, who rests?
A blank mind is a target that tires you out
A memory that doesn’t rest
There’s no bail for trust
You’ve put yourself on one side, and nobody’s stepped on the other side of the scale
You know what you’re looking at, but the sight is blurry
You know your time is running out while it waits for you among all those things
What a thing, that life really is made of roses