Текст и перевод песни Jeimy Osorio feat. Christian Daniel - El Boricua

El Boricua

El Boricua es la mezcle de colores
Una historia de amor y dolores
Aun que aveces el camino hace espina
EI boricua de flores
Es la tribu que mire pal cielo
Cuando el viento mueve su bardera
La piraque frambuesa y mango
Que nos corre en las venas
El boricua saca lo bueno en lo malo
El boricua saca alegria en la pena
Que tesoro, mi tierra preciosa y
Que linda y humilde su gente
Que cuando es para dar y ayudar
Siempre dicen presente
Su estrellita la cuergo en mi alma
Cada ver que me toce marcharme
Porque no hay un rincón en la tierra
Para compararse
Que Borinquen
Es talento y es arte
Y ser boricua
Es el milagro mas grande
Y tenemos un truco
Pa sequir sonriendo
Si te va te lo pierdes
Si te quedas te cuento
Inventamos razones
Pa que siga la fiesta
la sonrisa del boricua
se ve des de las estrellas
Oh Oh
Aqui nunca se apaga la rumba
Y tu llegas sin ser invitado
Si el Boricua no sabe tu nombre
El te dice hermano
Y terminamos cantando y bailando
Las canciones cual las que crecimos
Y de seguro mi abuelo y tu abuelo
Eran primos lejanos
El boricua te hace fiesta en lo bueno
El boricua te hace fiesta en lo malo
Y tenemos un truco
Pa sequir sonriendo
Si te va te lo pierdes
Si te quedas te cuento
Inventamos razones
Pa que siga la fiesta
La sonrisa del boricua
Se ve des de las estrellas
Inventamos razones
Pa que siga la fiesta
Y tenemos el truco
Pa seguir sonriendo
Si te vas de la rumba
Mira no te enteras
Pero si te queda a ti
Te lo cantamos
Inventamos razones
Pa que siga la fiesta
Porque cada rinconcito
De este mundo
Ahi un boricua
Llevando alegría y candela
Y tenemos el truco
Pa seguir sonriendo
Yo no combio por nada
Mi tierre preciosa
Por eso si me voy me lamento
Inventamos razones
Pa que siga la fiesta
Porque del blanco, del negro
Del indio señores
Salio mi abuelita tan bella
Y tenemos el truco
Pa seguir sonriendo
Es la tribu que mire pal cielo
Cuando el viento mueve su bardera
La piraque frambuesa y mango
Que nos corre en las venas
Su estrellita la cuergo en mi alma
Cada ver que me toce marcharme
Porque no hay un rincón en la
Tierra que pueda igualarse
Es que el boricua
Saca la bueno en lo malo
Es que borinquen
Es talento y es arte
Es que el boricua
Saca la bueno en lo malo
Es que borinquen
Es talento y es arte
El boricua una mezcla de colores
Una historia de amor y dolores
Que tesoro, mi tierra, preciosa.

The Puerto Rican

The Puerto Rican is a blend of colors,
A story of love and sorrows.
Even though sometimes the path is thorny,
The Puerto Rican blooms with flowers.
We are the tribe that looks to the sky
When the wind waves our flag.
The piragua, raspberry, and mango,
Flowing through our veins.
The Puerto Rican finds good in the bad,
The Puerto Rican finds joy in sorrow.
What a treasure, my precious land, and
How beautiful and humble its people.
When it comes to giving and helping,
They are always present.
I hold its little star in my soul,
Every time I have to leave.
Because there is no corner on Earth
That can compare.
Oh, Borinquen
Is talent and art,
And to be Puerto Rican
Is the greatest miracle.
And we have a trick
To keep on smiling.
If you leave, you miss out,
If you stay, I'll tell you.
We invent reasons
To keep the party going.
The Puerto Rican's smile
Can be seen from the stars.
Oh Oh
Here, the rumba never stops,
And you arrive without being invited.
If the Puerto Rican doesn't know your name,
He calls you brother.
And we end up singing and dancing,
The songs we grew up with.
And surely my grandfather and your grandfather
Were distant cousins.
The Puerto Rican throws you a party in good times,
The Puerto Rican throws you a party in bad times.
And we have a trick
To keep on smiling.
If you leave, you miss out,
If you stay, I'll tell you.
We invent reasons
To keep the party going.
The Puerto Rican's smile
Can be seen from the stars.
We invent reasons
To keep the party going.
And we have the trick
To keep on smiling.
If you leave the rumba,
Look, you won't know.
But if you stay,
We'll sing it to you.
We invent reasons
To keep the party going.
Because in every corner
Of this world
There is a Puerto Rican
Bringing joy and fire.
And we have the trick
To keep on smiling.
I wouldn't trade for anything
My precious land.
That's why if I leave, I'll lament.
We invent reasons
To keep the party going.
Because from the white, the black,
And the Indian, gentlemen,
My beautiful grandmother came.
And we have the trick
To keep on smiling.
We are the tribe that looks to the sky
When the wind waves our flag.
The piragua, raspberry, and mango,
Flowing through our veins.
I hold its little star in my soul,
Every time I have to leave.
Because there is no corner on Earth
That can compare.
The Puerto Rican
Finds good in the bad.
Borinquen
Is talent and art.
The Puerto Rican
Finds good in the bad.
Borinquen
Is talent and art.
The Puerto Rican, a blend of colors,
A story of love and sorrows.
What a treasure, my precious land.