By Alan Gentlemen, this is not for fighting,
and so that no one can say
they are better than the other.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm of my land. (2x)
I know I am the guaracha,
I am also a Moorish rhythm;
godson of the guaguancó,
relative of the son montuno.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm of my land. (2x)
The guaracha once told the cha-cha-cha
that her little brother, the merengue,
was going to dance a dance.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm of my land. (2x)
Bomba, cumbia, and plena
started gossiping;
because they couldn’t explain
how rap had become so popular.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm of my land. (2x)
The commotion they had,
the bolero and the guajira; because the drums crept
into Caribbean rhythms .
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son,
Caribbean rhythm of my land. (2x)
Father and mother are the same,
of the rhythms that adorn;
They are one family,
this Cuban woman sings it.
I am the guaracha,
I am also the son.
It’s not jealousy,
it’s a musical counterpoint.
I already told you at the beginning,
this isn’t for fighting,
this is a musical counterpoint.
Jealousy that isn’t jealousy,
is a musical counterpoint.
Santo Domingo, Cuba and Puerto Rico
are one Caribbean and
they give a little piece to rap.
It’s not jealousy,
it’s a musical counterpoint.
We shouldn’t be jealous
of these Caribbean rhythms;
they belong to us,
and the whole world loves them.
Jealousy that isn’t jealousy,
is a musical counterpoint.
But it’s not jealousy,
it’s a musical counterpoint.
I am the guaracha,
I am the son,
I am the bumba,
I am the danzón,
counterpoint.
It’s not jealousy,
it’s a musical counterpoint.
Flavor…
It’s not jealousy…
Oh my God, that’s delicious…
It’s not jealousy,
it’s a musical counterpoint.