Текст и перевод песни Willie Colón - Lo Que Es de Juan

Lo Que Es de Juan

En estos tiempos, de la hipocresía
Han hecho una ciencia
Y te esconden tras cortinas de mentiras
Lo que les dicta, su conciencia

Hay quienes dicen, para justificarse
Que en la guerra y en el amor
Todo se vale, o se permite
Pero yo, que he pasado ya mil pruebas
Aprendí, a cultivar la paciencia
Porque lo que es de Juan, de Juan será
Y si es para José, de José será

Instrumental

Lo que es de Pacheco (de Pacheco será)
En la silla del Gran Combo (nadie se sentará)
Y Celia Cruz (la reina será)
El puente de Tito (nadie lo cruzará)
Tito Rodriguez (siempre vivirá)
Si es Willie Colón (tu lo bailarás)

(Azúcar)

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Aprieta ese pollo ahora
Que con Willie Colón de gozar llegó la hora

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Los envidiosos me la ponen dura
Mas con mi son, soy yo el de la sabrosura

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Lo que es de José, de José será
Y lo que Dios me dio, nadie me lo quitará

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Escuchen, soy de lo mejor
Sonero soy, es que soy original

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Señores, ahora si vengo acabando
Me traten de aguantar, déjenme quieto

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Instrumental

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Te pasas la vida problemas contando
Y con mi son sigo apretando

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Escucha mi son, meloso
Bueno pa′ bailar, sabroso

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Por su rítmica cadencia, ahora
A que me llevo esa prieta

Cada uno, con lo suyo
Que con mi son, aprieto

Instrumental

Mulato quédate quien to,
(Con mi son, aprieto)
(Azúcar)
Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba
(Con mi son, aprieto)

Avísale a mi contrario que aquí estoy yo
(Con mi son, aprieto)

Mi chiquita va a bailar
(Con mi son, aprieto)

Yo soy el cantante
(Con mi son, aprieto)

Quítate de la via perico
(Con mi son, aprieto)

Y es que lo gozan, desde el abuelo hasta el viejo
(Con mi son, aprieto)

Si guarallan, no va pa'lla
(Con mi son, aprieto)

Cuando tu vengas mi son, mi tiempo pa′ a matar
(Con mi son, aprieto)

What Belongs to Juan

In these times, of hypocrisy
They have made a science
And they hide behind curtains of lies
What their conscience dictates to them

There are those who say, to justify themselves
That in war and in love
Everything goes, or is allowed
But I, who have already passed a thousand tests
Learned, to cultivate patience
Because what belongs to Juan, will be Juan's
And if it is for José, it will be José's

Instrumental

What belongs to Pacheco (will be Pacheco's)
In the chair of the Gran Combo (no one will sit)
And Celia Cruz (will be the queen)
Tito's bridge (no one will cross)
Tito Rodriguez (will always live)
If it's Willie Colón (you will dance it)

(Sugar)

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

Squeeze that chicken now
That with Willie Colón, the time to enjoy has arrived

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

The envious ones make it hard for me
But with my sound, I am the one with the flavor

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

What belongs to José, will be José's
And what God gave me, no one will take away from me

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

Listen, I'm one of the best
I am a sonero, it is that I am original

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

Gentlemen, now I am finishing
Try to put up with me, leave me alone

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

Instrumental

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

You spend your life counting problems
And with my sound I keep squeezing

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

Listen to my sound, honeyed
Good for dancing, tasty

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

For its rhythmic cadence, now
That I'm taking that black girl with me

Each one, with their own
That with my sound, I squeeze

Instrumental

Mulatto stay who you are,
(With my sound, I squeeze)
(Sugar)
Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba
(With my sound, I squeeze)

Let my opponent know that I am here
(With my sound, I squeeze)

My little girl is going to dance
(With my sound, I squeeze)

I am the singer
(With my sound, I squeeze)

Get out of the way, parrot
(With my sound, I squeeze)

And it is that they enjoy it, from the grandfather to the old man
(With my sound, I squeeze)

If they mess around, it's not going there
(With my sound, I squeeze)

When you come, my sound, my time to kill
(With my sound, I squeeze)