En Talla Lyrics English Translation by Residente
Oh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Hey
Oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-uh
Lo-ro-ro, oh, lei-lei-lei-lei
I’ll only ask for justice, oh
Go ahead, Puertorro
Oh, lei
Here it comes
I come from the land of short memory
We’re the news that no one cares about
A passport with a bit of bread
In exchange for fighting in Iraq, Japan, and Vietnam
First world, but the truth is hard to swallow
When a little rain causes the electricity to go out
The irony of the country is of high caliber
Colonized, but drinking a Cubalibre
Our identity is revealed
When we buy online and don’t even appear on the map
“We’re fine,” people say
In my country, there’s no dictatorship because we don’t even have a president
But if they repress on July 24th, it repeats
Don’t let Lola Rodriguez shout it at you
The river’s flow might agitate
Don’t believe me? Let Julia de Burgos recite it to you
Our courage has the strength of four horses
We grew up watching cockfights
Clearly, we learned to raise ourselves with a pig
To later eat it on a stick
Two flags wave on the pole
But let only one go up when I die
The one with the star, surfing alone
Above the clear blue of the wave
Different sugar, but for the same throne
To add to the colonizer’s coffee
With one bird, two wings
Pulling out the weeds, me with the beak, Aldo with the shovel
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Here it comes, rise
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om
Pom, pom, pom
Ah, the cave, buddy, yeah
I’ll fight for my dreams because once I die
They go with my soul, wherever it wants
After the dark corridor, I don’t know what world awaits me
I only know that I would like to be born again in Cuba
Mambí since the cradle, morals don’t accept paper
The blood that runs under my skin has a history
We’ve crossed mountains, the tides of Mariel
The star on my flag has no owner, win
Politics in the end shits on everything
Say what you say or do what you do
I am the voice of those streets swallowed by silence
The light that beats in the chest of a people that doesn’t extinguish
I’m not here to invent with my verses, I’ll explain it to you
I’m a resident of the 26th neighborhood since I was a child
It’s René with El Al2, buddy, all levels are peak
For all the neighborhoods in Cuba, yes, for all of Puerto Rico
I represent the red land with will
Of innocents imprisoned for speaking the truth
Be clearer than a river, you in this humanity
Those who dream are the ones who change reality
Down with the snitches, down with the cops
Down with those who exploit the poor while hunger strikes
When I address these false patriots with my hands
Jose Marti in one hand and Camilo Cienfuegos in the other
All governments are the same
So much corruption, no one can stop it
Unless the people take out the heart
And the courage in their DNA
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Go ahead, rise, rise
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Go ahead, lift
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om, pao, pao
Pom-pere-om
Pom, pom, pom
It was for Cuba and Puerto Rico, go ahead