Besito en la frente Rauw Alejandro - Besito en la frente_Rauw Alejandro_Annotations_EN
00:00
A dialogue between drum, body, and the collective voice. Every step, and every beat of the drum reminds us that we are connected to the past and to the future. A tradition born of resistance that today remains a celebration of freedom. Each town in Puerto Rico expresses bomba in its own way. The rhythms pulsate on the sand an improvised dialogue where the body commands and the music obeys. The rhythms blend with the Carnival, and the energy of the people. The vejigantes, half-enigmatic figures carved by artisans and painted with vibrant colors, are not costumes, they are spirits of the Caribbean. They awaken the ancestral memory of our people. They are cultural guardians, symbols of resistance that embody the eternal battle against darkness. In each mask burns the strength of a people that transforms fear into power, and struggle into celebration. Dancing bomba is strength, tension, and freedom. Bomba is unity, it unites towns and generations, Afro-Puerto Rican cultural pride. When the rhythm calls, the entire community responds.
03:28
It's already dawning
The light on your skin is asking me to take it slow
Baby, you don't understand how much I like you
When you go down, you take me to heaven
I don't want a life without you
Thinking about not having you scares me, eh
Chorus
A little kiss on your forehead
For everything we've experienced
And if this moment never returns I know it wasn't wasted
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
We are eternal, you and I Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Eternal (Ra-Rauw)
Verse 2
Hey, mami, your soul is free like spring
For our love, there are no borders
Tied to you like leather and wood
The drum sounds, dark-haired girl
Dance, let the heat loosen your clothes
We won't leave until our feet hurt
Dancing in your areito
Promised land, you want me to stay
The water of your flower makes me rise and reach the sky
My chest tightens
The day you're not here, may it never come If you leave, may the fire burn me
May the fire burn me
Baby, you don't understand how much I like you
When you go down, you take me to heaven I don't want a life without you
Thinking about not having you scares me, eh
Chorus
A little kiss on your forehead
For everything we've experienced
And if this moment never returns I know it wasn't wasted
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
We are eternal, you and I Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Eternal
Besito en la frente Rauw Alejandro - Besito en la frente_Rauw Alejandro_Annotations_ES
00:00
es la tierra hecha sonido
un latido que llegó de África
y floreció en Puerto Rico
Un diálogo entre tambor cuerpo y la voz colectiva
cada paso y cada golpe en el tambor
nos recuerda que estamos conectados
con el pasado y con el futuro
Una tradición nacida de la resistencia
que hoy sigue siendo una celebración de la libertad
Cada pueblo de Puerto Rico
expresa la bomba a su manera
Los ritmos laten en la arena
un diálogo improvisado donde el cuerpo ordena
y la música obedece
Los ritmos se mezclan con el carnaval
y la energía del pueblo
Los vejigantes, mitad enigmáticos
tallados por artesanos y pintados con colores vibrantes,
no son disfraces,
son espíritus del Caribe
Despiertan la memoria ancestral de nuestro pueblo,
son guardianes de la cultura,
símbolos de resistencia que encarnan
la eterna batalla contra lo oscuro
En cada máscara arde la fuerza de un pueblo
que transforma el miedo en poder
y la lucha en celebración
El baile de bomba es fuerza tensión y libertad
La bomba es unión
une a pueblos y a generaciones,
orgullo cultural afro-boricua
Cuando el ritmo llama
toda la comunidad responde
Raices - Raices_Annotations_English
01:12
Welmo raps. Assuming my people are ready, a chronicler arrives, the protagonist of a story that pays homage to rhythm, the drum, and cadence, giving essence and relevance to powerful memories, claiming a space within a culture that has sometimes forgotten the splendor of its Black heritage.
1:29:00
Rhythm of resistance
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
That it resonates through all time
Always with firmness
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
In the rhythm lies the certainty
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
That the root grows, grows deep and never ceases
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
Feel... the cadence of clarity
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
That the music gathers and paints
Documenting reality
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes, and we keep growing
Oé oé we are the fruit of our yesterday
A little from here, a little from there
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
With a little salt and pepper from now
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
A generation that doesn't delay in growing
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
Fruit of the tradition of singing our history
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
Documenting memory, we are the fruit of our yesterday
So as not to easily forget and to propose the present
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
On your marks, get set, go!
It's forbidden to think of defeat when the race begins
I wake up in the morning with ideas in my mind
Listen, people
The day of my luck has arrived
Because I come determined to be alive and I don't hold back
I write about the negative, I write what I always live
Like roots that understand each other without measuring their reach
That's what we are, we look towards the horizon
Looking forward, not back, not even to gain momentum
My heart beats, establishing my pulse
A sign of life and presence
I always strive for excellence
And I keep abuse and ignorance at a distance. Tell me if it's false or true? Tell me if there's a consensus
That we are more than the 10.8 that came out in the census
Ee aa And that we are, we are an oasis in the desert
And that I am, I am black and I represent with pride
And that we are, we are a beautiful people who walk
And that I am a subject who gives thanks for life
And that we are 135 in the Caribbean
And that I am a master of ceremonies, I participate in my history
I nourish my memory, there is no room for forgetting
There is much to travel
I ask you, are you with me?
And that we are, we are an oasis in the desert
We are the fruit of our yesterday
And that I am, I am Caribbean and I proudly represent
We are the fruit of our past
And I am a person who gives thanks for life
(We are the fruit of our past)
And we are a beautiful people who walk
(And we are the fruit of our past)
We are the fruit of our past
The fruit of our past
We are the fruit of our past
Fruit of the tree that remains standing
We are the fruit of our past
That's what we are
Raices - Raices_Annotations_Spanish
08:22
Traían su religion, traían su musica, traían todo.
09:57
Petra Cepeda dice que la bomba, para mí, era el baile de los negros y era como el minué, fue la respuesta popular a la música y la danza de la aristocracia.
13:35
Roberto Cepeda y otros hablan sobre los orígenes y la historia de la plena en Ponce.
16:51
Welmo canta la siguiente: Es tiempo de un cambio de en boca y escena, me presento en mis rimas el género de plena como crónica que narra lo que el barrio bien respira, es periodismo melódico, relatos fantásticos en realidad del la rabal su pobreza y su músico historias de sucesos al castigo rústicos sucesos, condados de generación en generación, brindando a la monotonía un nuevo curso de acción.
Twenty Twenty Five Encuentro de Cantaoras - 2025_Encuentro de Cantaoras_Annotations_ES
19:13
Twenty Twenty Four Encuentro de Cantaoras - 2024_Encuentro de Cantaoras_Annotations_EN
19:33
"Familia de Alduén" Maria Alduén Chorus My family is present in the history of bomba. Everyone knows the Alduén family Verse From Chicago to Mayagüez, my family is present in the history of bomba Everyone knows the Alduén family. The drums sound, the elders also know, in history the family stands strong The west has the Alduén family. They dedicate themselves to the rhythm that will never be lost. It was the voice of my great-uncle from heaven singing with my mother in flight. He from the clouds is there when I sing, a rain of bomba that fills us with enchantment. Today a voice tells me, little black girl, you will sing!
Twenty Twenty Four Encuentro de Cantaoras - 2024_Encuentro de Cantaoras_Annotations_ES
19:33
Coro
Mi familia está presente en la historia de la bomba.
Todos conocen a la familia Alduen
Verso
Desde Chicago a Mayagüez
Mi familia está presente en la historia de la bomba
Todos conocen a la familia Alduen
Suenan los tambores los mayores saben también en la historia la familia está en pie
El oeste tiene la familia Alduen
Se dedica al ritmo que nunca va a perder
Era la voz de mi tío abuelo desde el cielo con mi mamá cantando en vuelo. Rando desde la nube cuando yo canto una lluvia de bomba que nos llena de encanto
Echa candela y pide gople
Hoy una voz qe me dice negrita va a cantar
Zafra Fusion Cepeda Part Four - Zafra Fusion Cepeda_Part Four_Annotations_EN
16:35
The music of Cangrejos en el río is one of those traditions well known on the farms, where they light up the riverbeds to find the roe and prepare the sacks to gather the catch. Beautifully performed by the Cepeda family. Let us continue with La Borucana.
Zafra Fusion Cepeda Part Four - Zafra Fusion Cepeda_Part Four_Annotations_ES
16:35
La música de Cangrejos en el río es una de esas tradiciones que conocen bien en las fincas, donde alumbran las huevas y preparan los sacos para recoger la pesca. Muy bien realizada por la familia Cepeda. ¡Continuemos con La Borucana!
Besito en la frente Rauw Alejandro
00:00 - 03:28
A dialogue between drum, body, and the collective voice. Every step, and every beat of the drum reminds us that we are connected to the past and to the future. A tradition born of resistance that today remains a celebration of freedom. Each town in Puerto Rico expresses bomba in its own way. The rhythms pulsate on the sand an improvised dialogue where the body commands and the music obeys. The rhythms blend with the Carnival, and the energy of the people. The vejigantes, half-enigmatic figures carved by artisans and painted with vibrant colors, are not costumes, they are spirits of the Caribbean. They awaken the ancestral memory of our people. They are cultural guardians, symbols of resistance that embody the eternal battle against darkness. In each mask burns the strength of a people that transforms fear into power, and struggle into celebration. Dancing bomba is strength, tension, and freedom. Bomba is unity, it unites towns and generations, Afro-Puerto Rican cultural pride. When the rhythm calls, the entire community responds.
03:28 - 04:33
It's already dawning
The light on your skin is asking me to take it slow
Baby, you don't understand how much I like you
When you go down, you take me to heaven
I don't want a life without you
Thinking about not having you scares me, eh
Chorus
A little kiss on your forehead
For everything we've experienced
And if this moment never returns I know it wasn't wasted
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
We are eternal, you and I Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Eternal (Ra-Rauw)
Verse 2
Hey, mami, your soul is free like spring
For our love, there are no borders
Tied to you like leather and wood
The drum sounds, dark-haired girl
Dance, let the heat loosen your clothes
We won't leave until our feet hurt
Dancing in your areito
Promised land, you want me to stay
The water of your flower makes me rise and reach the sky
My chest tightens
The day you're not here, may it never come If you leave, may the fire burn me
May the fire burn me
Baby, you don't understand how much I like you
When you go down, you take me to heaven I don't want a life without you
Thinking about not having you scares me, eh
Chorus
A little kiss on your forehead
For everything we've experienced
And if this moment never returns I know it wasn't wasted
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
We are eternal, you and I Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Eternal
Besito en la frente Rauw Alejandro
00:00 - 03:28
es la tierra hecha sonido
un latido que llegó de África
y floreció en Puerto Rico
Un diálogo entre tambor cuerpo y la voz colectiva
cada paso y cada golpe en el tambor
nos recuerda que estamos conectados
con el pasado y con el futuro
Una tradición nacida de la resistencia
que hoy sigue siendo una celebración de la libertad
Cada pueblo de Puerto Rico
expresa la bomba a su manera
Los ritmos laten en la arena
un diálogo improvisado donde el cuerpo ordena
y la música obedece
Los ritmos se mezclan con el carnaval
y la energía del pueblo
Los vejigantes, mitad enigmáticos
tallados por artesanos y pintados con colores vibrantes,
no son disfraces,
son espíritus del Caribe
Despiertan la memoria ancestral de nuestro pueblo,
son guardianes de la cultura,
símbolos de resistencia que encarnan
la eterna batalla contra lo oscuro
En cada máscara arde la fuerza de un pueblo
que transforma el miedo en poder
y la lucha en celebración
El baile de bomba es fuerza tensión y libertad
La bomba es unión
une a pueblos y a generaciones,
orgullo cultural afro-boricua
Cuando el ritmo llama
toda la comunidad responde
Raices
01:12 - 01:30
Welmo raps. Assuming my people are ready, a chronicler arrives, the protagonist of a story that pays homage to rhythm, the drum, and cadence, giving essence and relevance to powerful memories, claiming a space within a culture that has sometimes forgotten the splendor of its Black heritage.
1:29:00 - 1:33:00
Rhythm of resistance
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
That it resonates through all time
Always with firmness
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
In the rhythm lies the certainty
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
That the root grows, grows deep and never ceases
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
Feel... the cadence of clarity
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes
That the music gathers and paints
Documenting reality
Listen to how it is, feel how it goes, and we keep growing
Oé oé we are the fruit of our yesterday
A little from here, a little from there
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
With a little salt and pepper from now
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
A generation that doesn't delay in growing
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
Fruit of the tradition of singing our history
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
Documenting memory, we are the fruit of our yesterday
So as not to easily forget and to propose the present
(We are the fruit of our yesterday)
On your marks, get set, go!
It's forbidden to think of defeat when the race begins
I wake up in the morning with ideas in my mind
Listen, people
The day of my luck has arrived
Because I come determined to be alive and I don't hold back
I write about the negative, I write what I always live
Like roots that understand each other without measuring their reach
That's what we are, we look towards the horizon
Looking forward, not back, not even to gain momentum
My heart beats, establishing my pulse
A sign of life and presence
I always strive for excellence
And I keep abuse and ignorance at a distance. Tell me if it's false or true? Tell me if there's a consensus
That we are more than the 10.8 that came out in the census
Ee aa And that we are, we are an oasis in the desert
And that I am, I am black and I represent with pride
And that we are, we are a beautiful people who walk
And that I am a subject who gives thanks for life
And that we are 135 in the Caribbean
And that I am a master of ceremonies, I participate in my history
I nourish my memory, there is no room for forgetting
There is much to travel
I ask you, are you with me?
And that we are, we are an oasis in the desert
We are the fruit of our yesterday
And that I am, I am Caribbean and I proudly represent
We are the fruit of our past
And I am a person who gives thanks for life
(We are the fruit of our past)
And we are a beautiful people who walk
(And we are the fruit of our past)
We are the fruit of our past
The fruit of our past
We are the fruit of our past
Fruit of the tree that remains standing
We are the fruit of our past
That's what we are
Raices
08:22 - 08:28
Traían su religion, traían su musica, traían todo.
09:57 - 10:02
Petra Cepeda dice que la bomba, para mí, era el baile de los negros y era como el minué, fue la respuesta popular a la música y la danza de la aristocracia.
13:35 - 1:13:53
Roberto Cepeda y otros hablan sobre los orígenes y la historia de la plena en Ponce.
16:51 - 17:20
Welmo canta la siguiente: Es tiempo de un cambio de en boca y escena, me presento en mis rimas el género de plena como crónica que narra lo que el barrio bien respira, es periodismo melódico, relatos fantásticos en realidad del la rabal su pobreza y su músico historias de sucesos al castigo rústicos sucesos, condados de generación en generación, brindando a la monotonía un nuevo curso de acción.
Twenty Twenty Five Encuentro de Cantaoras
19:13 - 25:00
Twenty Twenty Four Encuentro de Cantaoras
19:33 - 23:13
"Familia de Alduén" Maria Alduén Chorus My family is present in the history of bomba. Everyone knows the Alduén family Verse From Chicago to Mayagüez, my family is present in the history of bomba Everyone knows the Alduén family. The drums sound, the elders also know, in history the family stands strong The west has the Alduén family. They dedicate themselves to the rhythm that will never be lost. It was the voice of my great-uncle from heaven singing with my mother in flight. He from the clouds is there when I sing, a rain of bomba that fills us with enchantment. Today a voice tells me, little black girl, you will sing!
Twenty Twenty Four Encuentro de Cantaoras
19:33 - 23:13
Coro
Mi familia está presente en la historia de la bomba.
Todos conocen a la familia Alduen
Verso
Desde Chicago a Mayagüez
Mi familia está presente en la historia de la bomba
Todos conocen a la familia Alduen
Suenan los tambores los mayores saben también en la historia la familia está en pie
El oeste tiene la familia Alduen
Se dedica al ritmo que nunca va a perder
Era la voz de mi tío abuelo desde el cielo con mi mamá cantando en vuelo. Rando desde la nube cuando yo canto una lluvia de bomba que nos llena de encanto
Echa candela y pide gople
Hoy una voz qe me dice negrita va a cantar
Zafra Fusion Cepeda Part Four
16:35 - 17:00
The music of Cangrejos en el río is one of those traditions well known on the farms, where they light up the riverbeds to find the roe and prepare the sacks to gather the catch. Beautifully performed by the Cepeda family. Let us continue with La Borucana.
Zafra Fusion Cepeda Part Four
16:35 - 17:00
La música de Cangrejos en el río es una de esas tradiciones que conocen bien en las fincas, donde alumbran las huevas y preparan los sacos para recoger la pesca. Muy bien realizada por la familia Cepeda. ¡Continuemos con La Borucana!