Let them know in Puerto Rico, that it is the land of the gibarito
To New York today my song, forgive me that I do not dedicate to you
To Panama, Venezuela, to everyone, all little brothers
The niche group apologizes because it is not our fault
That on the Pacific coast
There is a town that we carry
In the soul, they hit us we compare
There there is affection, tenderness
Atmosphere of deliciousness
Leather is in the blood
From the little one
To the bigger
They are niches like us
With joy always on their faces
To you my Buenaventura
With love we dedicate it to you
From the caney to the boulevard two steps way we walled up
Proclamations
There he has his mountain, there he has his king
Like the melao the mamey has it and a black girl too
Where the black man alone , he freed himself
Free rein to the flavor and he gave it to the drum
The same thing that you see a brunette passing through your streets
Oh how beautiful she is
br/>We wall ourselves, we get drunk
By God, we offer everything for you
When I am far from you, Buenaventura
I feel like crying for you
My Buenaventura , Buenaventura, and Caney ato
And I'll tell you compa'
Niche Group, to dance' and enjoy'

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