Gentlemen this is not to fight,
and so nobody says
what is better than the other.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm? or from my land are. (2x)
I know? I am the guaracha,
I am also a Moorish rhythm;
godson of guaguanc ?,
relative of son montuno.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm? or from my land are. (2x)
The guaracha was telling him,
once to cha-cha-cha;
that his little brother the meringue,
a dance was going to dance.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm? or from my land are. (2x)
The bomb, cumbia and the full,
they started to gossip;
because they did not explain themselves,
how the rap has been hung.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm? or from my land are. (2x)
The bochinche they had,
the bolero and the guajira;
because in Caribbean rhythms
Is it col? the battery?
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm? or from my land are. (2x)
Father and mother are the same,
of the rhythms that decorate;
They are the same family,
They are sung this Cuban.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son.
It is not jealousy,
It is a musical counterpoint.
I already told you at the beginning,
that this is not to fight,
this is a musical counterpoint.
Jealousy that is not jealousy,
It is a musical counterpoint.
Santo Domingo, Cuba and Puerto Rico,
they are a Caribbean and
rap is given a bit.
That they are not jealous,
It is a musical counterpoint.
We should not be jealous
of these Caribbean rhythms;
they belong to us,
and the world likes it.
Jealousy that is not jealousy,
It is a musical counterpoint.
But that they are not jealousy,
It is a musical counterpoint.
I am the guaracha,
I am the son,
I am the bumba,
I am the danz? n,
counterpoint.
That they are not jealous,
It is a musical counterpoint.
Flavor...
It is not jealousy...
Oh, my God, how tasty ...
That they are not jealous,
It is a musical counterpoint.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)