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
06:15
Welmo interviene una vez más con una transición de rap narrativo. Su rap declara: No pretendo ser el reemplazo de voces ausentes ni decir que mi oratoria es la única referencia. Baile bomba, toques de plena, lo que digo vale la pena. Lo importante es la conexión del pasado con el presente.
08:22
Traían su religion, traían su musica, traían todo.
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!
58:27
"Por que me dicen morena?" Ausuba Someone shouted from far away, “Morena, come over here.” How beautiful that hair is, it looks spectacular on you. Then I said, “Morena? Thank you, you’re very kind. But I want to correct something, and I hope you take it well. It’s just that I am not morena, nor am I the color of coffee. I am proudly Black, and that is what I will always be. Why do you call me morena if that is not my color? I have a Black heritage, and I am proud of it. Verses From my ancestors and from the sound of my drum, I am Black by birth, a singer at heart. Because the race lives in me — that’s why Black, Black is what I am. Why do you call me morena if that is not my color? I have a Black heritage, and I am proud of it. Oh, I have a pure lineage — warriors and compassion, Who rose up in struggle and defended our color. I have a Black heritage, and I am proud of it. My race is my color, and I am proud of it.
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
58:27
Versos De mis ancestros y del sonido de mi tambor Soy negra de nacimiento cantadora de corazón Porque vive en mí la raza es que negra negra soy yo ¿Por qué me dices morena si ese no es mi color? Yo tengo una raza negra y de ella orgullosa estoy Ay yo tengo una raza pura guerreras y compasión Que levantaron pie de lucha y defendieron nuestro color Yo tengo una raza negra y de ella orgullosa estoy Mi raza es mi color y de ella orgullosa estoy
Twenty Twenty Two Encuentro de Tambores - 2022_Encuentro de Tambores_EN
2:23:00
Ella habla sobre orgullo cultural. Durante este segmento, el batey esta abierta para todos a bailar. This part is referred to as the 'gran batey'.
Twenty Twenty Two Encuentro de Tambores - 2022_Encuentro de Tambores_ES
2:23:00
Ella habla sobre orgullo cultural. Durante este segmento, el batey esta abierta para todos a bailar. This part is referred to as the 'gran batey'.
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
06:15 - 06:28
Welmo interviene una vez más con una transición de rap narrativo. Su rap declara: No pretendo ser el reemplazo de voces ausentes ni decir que mi oratoria es la única referencia. Baile bomba, toques de plena, lo que digo vale la pena. Lo importante es la conexión del pasado con el presente.
08:22 - 08:28
Traían su religion, traían su musica, traían todo.
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!
58:27 - 1:01:00
"Por que me dicen morena?" Ausuba Someone shouted from far away, “Morena, come over here.” How beautiful that hair is, it looks spectacular on you. Then I said, “Morena? Thank you, you’re very kind. But I want to correct something, and I hope you take it well. It’s just that I am not morena, nor am I the color of coffee. I am proudly Black, and that is what I will always be. Why do you call me morena if that is not my color? I have a Black heritage, and I am proud of it. Verses From my ancestors and from the sound of my drum, I am Black by birth, a singer at heart. Because the race lives in me — that’s why Black, Black is what I am. Why do you call me morena if that is not my color? I have a Black heritage, and I am proud of it. Oh, I have a pure lineage — warriors and compassion, Who rose up in struggle and defended our color. I have a Black heritage, and I am proud of it. My race is my color, and I am proud of it.
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
58:27 - 1:01:00
Versos De mis ancestros y del sonido de mi tambor Soy negra de nacimiento cantadora de corazón Porque vive en mí la raza es que negra negra soy yo ¿Por qué me dices morena si ese no es mi color? Yo tengo una raza negra y de ella orgullosa estoy Ay yo tengo una raza pura guerreras y compasión Que levantaron pie de lucha y defendieron nuestro color Yo tengo una raza negra y de ella orgullosa estoy Mi raza es mi color y de ella orgullosa estoy
Encuentro de Tambores
2:23:00 - 2:26:00
Ella habla sobre orgullo cultural. Durante este segmento, el batey esta abierta para todos a bailar. This part is referred to as the 'gran batey'.
Encuentro de Tambores
2:23:00 - 2:26:00
Ella habla sobre orgullo cultural. Durante este segmento, el batey esta abierta para todos a bailar. This part is referred to as the 'gran batey'.