Caribeño Lyrics (English Translation) – Rauw Alejandro, Saso

Read the full Caribeño (English Translation) lyrics by Rauw Alejandro and Saso along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rauw Alejandro’s music, you can also explore SILENCIO and El Cuc0.0, two other songs by Rauw Alejandro.

[Intro: Saso]
Tell me, Rauw
Truly Caribbean

[Verse 1: Saso]
Paving the way with sounds, clandestine party
I’ll never forget my roots
That they’re cutting my umbilical cord to my navel
(I’ve always been real)
The Bronx is a witness
I’ll always live happy in the street
Romo and tambora raised me like this
Caribbean, Versace glasses
‘We’re in a perreo that comes voluntary
With a whip, I’ll leave her wet and panty-water
Let’s make a movie and send it to World Latin
From the land we’ve touched to the grass we’ve smoked
Seven and a half to beat the s*it out of? Look how far we’ve come
Because there’s no dembow without Shabba Ranks
Cassette Beacho, tell me wah gwan
The diaspora, good salsa
Without Afro mambo like “Chan Chan”
Merengue wouldn’t exist without kompa
Without Shango fire and Boca d’Eleguá
Mami, what’s the wa? Let’s go down
To the underground, the water of Yemayá
From the beyond, through the sea breeze, the world hears our song
Coming from Jamaica, Cuba, the Dominican Republic, and also The Island of Enchantment
There goes a cocolo named Saso lecturing, preaching
Always defending his people, so that together they can continue fighting

[Interlude: Saso & Rauw Alejandro]
Caribbean
Ca-ca-Caribbean
((??) National Meteorology in San Juan)
The Caribbean!
A tropical storm is coming—

(Puerto Rico is not prepared for this)

[Verse 2: Rauw Alejandro]
(Ay-ay-ay, eh)
Caribbean
The storm doesn’t break us, no (No)
We are a blessed mixture
That Taino woman who planted
The drum comes from Africa
And we have the edge of Castile
Up there on the mountain (Up there on the mountain)
The Caribbean man, his strength doesn’t shout, his strength builds
Even if the wind comes, he remains firm, like the seiba tree
He doesn’t give up, he reinvents himself
If his soul was carved by centuries of struggle
The Caribbean woman has fire in her hips
She brings calm with her voice
She has the power to heal with just a glance
And to lift up the towns with her hands
(Mother)
When she walks, the ancestors follow her (Uh-wuh)
The Caribbean cannot be explained, it is felt, it is lived, it is Honor
We carry centuries of struggle on our shoulders
(Hey, let’s go to the streets; cá-cá-cáile)
But we still dance as if history doesn’t weigh anything, woh-oh
But we still dance and the sadness doesn’t show on our faces
We’re not made of glass, we’re made of coral
Beautiful and resilient
(El Caribe)

[Outro: Rauw Alejandro]
Full moon in the storm
(We are the storm, hey)