Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outro, artist - Daddy Yankee.
Date of issue: 12.07.2004
Song language: Spanish
Outro(original) |
Van a sumbar el swin como es Boricuoso |
tu sabes |
sabes que yo iba caminando por la calle |
y choke con esmeralda |
que era la perla del barrio |
y su madre se llamaba manuela |
y su hermana carola |
cuando la vi fue una vista hermosa |
me fui corriendo al campo alegre |
recojiendo lirio, lauleres, gabriola |
amapola, margarita, magnolia |
en el monte |
a lado de un lago |
y al otro lado un manientale |
hice ramo para llevarla a ella y su familia |
para que despues sembrara las flores en su jardines |
bajando del camino |
me fije en la casa de su familia |
y eran bien humilde |
la de ella hasta tenia una puerta de tierra |
pero no me molestaba yo por morir |
y si derepente me enfermara |
llamaria al doctor pila |
que vive en tremenda villa |
para que me diera un buen consejo |
no me podia tardar |
por que estava mi socio en toto como guaragua |
merediando detras de ella |
pero cuando sintio brisa |
de aroma tanta flores |
como la de una rosa linda |
se emociono y yo me senti como un hombre ilustre |
como barbosa llore mijilio |
canales los pesi carton i gaudiel |
entre por la puerta y le dije |
sierra linda |
por momento pense |
que podria tener con ella |
una buena aventura pero ella me dijo no primero me tienes que |
llevar a viajar el mundo |
si me llevas a venezuela |
israel, chancai, vietnan |
y hasto lo alto de cuba |
puede ser que te de un carinito especial |
pero no te prometo nada |
era cara la muchacha |
pero como yo no tenia dinero |
la convenci y la lleve a una playita |
y cuando se quito el traje de baño |
para yo no hablar malo, |
dije catan muchacha que cuerpaso |
me quede como admirador |
admirando su bellesa |
me puso la punta brava |
y rapido tire una sabana debajo de la arena |
y en el cruse de palabra |
llegeba el toria |
el abateo |
y en mi mete comienzan a bajar |
los santos del cielo |
aya en san isidro san jose |
a san fernando san antonio |
santa elena y hasta santa teresita |
y les dije que lon que quieres |
y me dijieron vamo a pescar |
el sabor a que |
en el rio plastetion |
y yo pa no mandar pa ningun citio |
lo mande pa un muro |
esmeralda, torre por que asi es que se llamava |
se queria ir porque estava molesta |
pero yo la invete a mi casa blanca |
como de las colectora del pie la monja |
tu sabes como las casitas |
si tu abres una cartera |
contruida por mi mismo |
pues del barrio obrero soy |
adornada com murales del semi |
de borinque |
y le dije |
Bienvenido a mi barrio |
Humilde |
pero Fino |
Gracias mi gente |
este disco va para todos ustedes |
disfrutelon |
que Dios me lo vendiga |
Daddy yankee yo! |
El cartel |
Coming Soon! |
(translation) |
They are going to add the swin as it is Boricuoso |
you know |
you know i was walking down the street |
and choke with emerald |
who was the pearl of the neighborhood |
and her mother was called Manuela |
and her sister carola |
when i saw her it was a beautiful sight |
I ran to the happy field |
picking lily, laurels, gabriola |
poppy, daisy, magnolia |
on the mount |
next to a lake |
and on the other side a manientale |
I made a bouquet to take her and her family |
so that later he would plant the flowers in his gardens |
coming down the road |
I noticed the house of his family |
and they were very humble |
hers even had a dirt door |
but i didn't bother to die |
and if suddenly I got sick |
I would call the battery doctor |
that she lives in a tremendous villa |
to give me some good advice |
I couldn't be late |
because my partner was in toto as a guaragua |
snacking behind her |
but when he felt a breeze |
of aroma so many flowers |
like that of a pretty rose |
he was moved and I felt like an illustrious man |
how barbosa cried mijilio |
channels the pesi carton i gaudiel |
I walked through the door and I told him |
cute saw |
at the moment i thought |
what could i have with her |
a good adventure but she told me no first you have to |
take to travel the world |
if you take me to venezuela |
israel, chancai, vietnam |
and to the top of Cuba |
it may be that I give you a special love |
but I can not promise anything |
the girl was expensive |
but since I had no money |
I convinced her and took her to a little beach |
and when she took off her bathing suit |
for me not to speak bad, |
I said catan girl what a body |
I stayed as an admirer |
admiring her beauty |
she gave me the punta brava |
and quickly throw a sheet under the sand |
and in the crossing of the word |
the story was coming |
the batting |
and in my mete they start to go down |
the saints of heaven |
aya in san isidro san jose |
to san fernando san antonio |
Saint Helena and even Saint Teresa |
and I told them what you want |
and they told me let's go fishing |
the taste of |
in the plastetion river |
and I don't send for any city |
I sent him to a wall |
emerald, tower because that's what it was called |
she wanted to leave because she was upset |
but I invited her to my white house |
like the nun's foot collector |
you know like the little houses |
if you open a wallet |
built by myself |
Well, I'm from the working-class neighborhood |
adorned with murals of the semi |
from borinque |
and I told him |
Welcome to my neighborhood |
Humble |
but fine |
Thanks my people |
this album is for all of you |
enjoy |
God bless me |
Daddy yankee me! |
the poster |
Coming Soon! |