It's been quite a journey since Orishas released their first album 'A Lo Cubano' in Spain in May 1999. Lauded by the press throughout Europe ever since it came out, the group launched into a marathon tour that started in summer 1999. From clubs to festivals, the European tour stretched out to just over two years with evening performances of their music catalogue at the Olympia, the Ancienne Belgique and the Royal Festival Hall in England. They were to play at the most prestigious festivals in Europe like the Lowlands (Holland), where they topped the bill along with groups like Deftones and Cypress Hill, and the Roskilde (Denmark), where they brewed up a storm alongside groups as disparate as Tool and Wyclef Jean. Orishas also performed in the year 2000 at festivals like the Paleo Nyon Festival, the La Rochelle Francofolies and Pop Kom.
The group gradually acquired international standing, and after conquering Europe they went on to win over the United States in November 2000, with the American press unanimous in its acclaim: articles and reviews in Time, Rolling Stone, The Source, Vibe ,... Little by little they became an essential live band, capable of sharing the stage with artists as diverse as Compay Segundo, Orquestra Aragon, Iggy Pop, Cypress Hill, Macy Gray and Marcus Miller. Orishas paid their dues on the road and left Europe to take part in various jazz festivals in Canada and South Africa, dropping in on Brazil and Mexico. Orishas left no doubt that their musical fusion, unique in its genre, enables them to break the frontiers of style and to be equally at home in front of a latino, hip hop, pop or rock audience.
December saw their triumphal return to Cuba, where they had occupied the top slots of the radio charts for months and where they gave two concerts that brought together tens of thousands of young Cubans. They had come full circle, because after touring the world Orishas' dream finally came true: playing in front of their families and the people of Cuba.
Collaborations came thick and fast, with Roldan Gonzalez appearing on various French rap albums (Kerry James) or international rap albums (Dari, Da Weasel / Portugal).
After more than 200 concerts worldwide, the group decided to get back to song writing in August 2001. It was only to be expected that they would start working together again with the French producer and composer Niko Noki, (Passi, Bisso Na Bisso), who along with Roldan Gonzalez had been responsible for the tracks on the first album. He in turn engaged the services of a young composer of the future, DJ Mig-One, who had two albums with his group Starflam under his belt. They strung several studio sessions together between Belgium and Paris to knock up no fewer than twenty tracks. In November 2001 the group was ready at last to go back into the studio proper to record the successor to A Lo Cubano. They opted for the EMI studio in Paris, where the cream of Cuban musicians gathered at the group's behest to immortalise the songs of the Emigrante album. The group had matured and learned a great deal from touring the world, the subjects are more profound and given a more international treatment. Having had their eyes opened by the big world has had a visible impact on their writing. As on the first album, Miko Niko is in charge of musical production and most of the tracks, DJ Mig One has penned 3 compositions that underpin the plurality of their influences. The album was mixed at the Polygone studio in Toulouse under the auspices of Mario Rodriguez (Notorious B.I.G., Public Enemy, Mobb Deep, Fonky Family, 113...). Once again the alchemy is perfect. The new album sees the return of two very talented artists and long-standing friends of the group: Passi on La Vida Passa and Yuri Buenaventura on 300 Kg de Rap.
The new album has a pan-European release on April 22, 2002 and is being promoted in a tour that takes in more than ten countries before being presented on the stages of the major European festivals this summer.
Desaparecidos
Orishas Lyrics
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Desperte al sentir disparos, mi hijo anoche no llego
Madre no preguntes que paso, lo se, testigos no habran, me olvidaran
Sigue la misma historia
El dia a dia, sangre que corre, muertos por sida
Guerra mundial se clona
Diecisiete primaveras, hiba a la universidad
No se buscaba nunca un problema, que a lguien diga donde esta
Me hacias falta y tu no estabas dios rezos fueron poco
Gritos locos, planes, suenos rotos, a plomo y sangre olian otros
Familia como nosotros
Salio a la esquina, quien lo vio, mi amigo desaparecio
No dejo ni la sombra, el culpable sabe de que hablo yo
Anoche escuche varias explociones
Butum batam butum bete
Y eso es muy normal, bebe
La conciencia de hoy en dia esta al reves
La gente no sabe donde cono mete el pie
Y a demas para los criminales una cena de buen provecho
Y aunque salgan por el techo con las palabras que he dicho
Del dicho al hecho hay un buen trecho, y prosigo
En nombre de mi amigo muerto que ya saben como fueron
Lo detuvieron, arrestaron, secuestraron, las ropas le quitaron
Fusilaron, las pruebas quemaron
Lo mismo le ocurrio a mi vecino de diez anos
Que sus organos no encontraron oye, que fatiga
Los quemaron e torturaron
Otro mas de los caidos, otra espina, otro dolor
Otra madre sin un hijo, arbol que fruto no dio
Diecisiete primaveras, iba a la universidad
No se buscaba nunca un problema, que alguien diga donde esta
A los presidentes asesinos, a los responsables de desaparecidos
Pa’ los que trafican con ninos, el culpable sabe de que hablo yo
Yo yo yo se que a mi canon de palabras
Le faltaron canallas para derribar en esta batalla
Pero el destino se encargara de cortar sus garras hijos de asesinos
Desaparecido
Ya ves lo que he vivido
Sin rastro para ponerle flores en mi tumba a mi madre le han dejado
Quien pagado me mata no sabe que arrebata un alma. independencia
Desaparecidos by Orishas is a powerful song that talks about the heart-wrenching reality of people who vanish without a trace due to political or criminal reasons. The lyrics tell the story of a mother who is searching for her son who has disappeared, and the frustrations and helplessness of a community living in a world where violence is normal. The first verse talks about the mother's question to her son, and her realization that he didn't come home last night. The second verse is the voice of the one who knows what really happened to the son, and that no one will testify or remember. The third verse talks about a war where people are dying every day, and how the world is turning into a place where the guilty goes free and the innocent are punished. The chorus repeats the phrase "Where is he?" and demands to know the truth about those who disappeared.
Overall, Desaparecidos is a powerful protest song that speaks up against violence, oppression, and political injustice. It highlights the pain and suffering of individuals who disappeared without a trace, and the impact it has on their families and communities. Orishas deliver the song with a mix of hip-hop and Cuban traditional rhythms, and the lyrics are delivered with conviction and passion.
Line by Line Meaning
Su madre pregunta que paso, fue a ver a su novia pasadas las diez
His mother asks what happened, he went to visit his girlfriend after ten o'clock
Desperte al sentir disparos, mi hijo anoche no llego
I woke up to gunshots, my son didn't come home last night
Madre no preguntes que paso, lo se, testigos no habran, me olvidaran
Mother, don't ask what happened, I know, there will be no witnesses, they will forget me
Sigue la misma historia
The same story continues
El dia a dia, sangre que corre, muertos por sida
Day by day, blood flows, dead from AIDS
Guerra mundial se clona
World war is cloned
Diecisiete primaveras, hiba a la universidad
Seventeen springs, he was going to university
No se buscaba nunca un problema, que a lguien diga donde esta
He never looked for trouble, someone tell me where he is
Me hacias falta y tu no estabas dios rezos fueron poco
I missed you and you weren't there, prayers to God were not enough
Gritos locos, planes, suenos rotos, a plomo y sangre olian otros
Crazy screams, shattered plans and dreams, others smelled like lead and blood
Familia como nosotros
A family like ours
Salio a la esquina, quien lo vio, mi amigo desaparecio
He went to the corner, who saw him, my friend disappeared
No dejo ni la sombra, el culpable sabe de que hablo yo
He didn't even leave a shadow, the culprit knows what I'm talking about
Anoche escuche varias explociones
Last night I heard several explosions
Butum batam butum bete
Butum batam butum bete
Y eso es muy normal, bebe
And that's very normal, baby
La conciencia de hoy en dia esta al reves
Today's conscience is upside down
La gente no sabe donde cono mete el pie
People don't know where they're stepping
Y a demas para los criminales una cena de buen provecho
And also a good meal for the criminals
Y aunque salgan por el techo con las palabras que he dicho
And even if they escape through the roof with the words I've said
Del dicho al hecho hay un buen trecho, y prosigo
There's a long way from saying to doing, and I continue
En nombre de mi amigo muerto que ya saben como fueron
In the name of my dead friend, you already know how it happened
Lo detuvieron, arrestaron, secuestraron, las ropas le quitaron
They detained him, arrested him, kidnapped him, took off his clothes
Fusilaron, las pruebas quemaron
They shot him, burned the evidence
Lo mismo le ocurrio a mi vecino de diez anos
The same thing happened to my ten-year-old neighbor
Que sus organos no encontraron oye, que fatiga
They didn't find his organs, oh, what a fatigue
Los quemaron e torturaron
They burned and tortured him
Otro mas de los caidos, otra espina, otro dolor
Another one of the fallen, another thorn, another pain
Otra madre sin un hijo, arbol que fruto no dio
Another mother without a son, a tree that didn't bear fruit
A los presidentes asesinos, a los responsables de desaparecidos
To the assassins presidents, to those responsible for the missing
Pa’ los que trafican con ninos, el culpable sabe de que hablo yo
And to those who traffic with children, the culprit knows what I'm talking about
Yo yo yo se que a mi canon de palabras
I know that in my vocabulary
Le faltaron canallas para derribar en esta batalla
There were not enough villains to bring down in this battle
Pero el destino se encargara de cortar sus garras hijos de asesinos
But destiny will cut the claws of the sons of murderers
Desaparecido
Disappeared
Ya ves lo que he vivido
You see what I've lived through
Sin rastro para ponerle flores en mi tumba a mi madre le han dejado
Without a trace for my mother to leave flowers on my tomb
Quien pagado me mata no sabe que arrebata un alma. independencia
Whoever pays to kill me doesn't know they're taking a soul. Independence
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: HIRAM RIVERI MEDINA, NICOLAS NOCCHI, ROLDAN GONZALES RIVERO, YOTUEL OMAR ROMERO MANZANARES
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JAN ESC ESC
El mejor grupo de rap cubano.
Canal Bia Mendonca
Linda letra, ritmo, fico emocionada. Adoro!
Zica aciz
Concordo com os dois <3
Wendell R Oliveira
Envolvente nao acha...Sentimento latino.
joakin jimenez salazar
de nuevo orishas metiendole sangre a mis venas no importa el tema del que hablen sea como sea te llega
Khalid Jiménez
Esa cancion me hace temblar desde mi esencia... es profunda, linda... y raviosa... Orishas sin dudas los mas poeticos y profundos rapperos... -Salió a la esquina quien lo vió? Mi amigo desaparecio, no dejo ni la sombra!
Alejandro Gómez F
Desde España escuchando este fantástico grupo cubano! 👌👌👌
Rosalba Quiroga
orishas son de lo mejor de esta epoca
Jannacci
Lo escuchaba en el coche con mi madre cuando tenía 8 años. Durante una clase de español hablé de los desaparecidos. Puse esta música al final de la presentación delante de toda la clase. Mi profesor me dio un 20.
jorge chiribao
ke enormes son, los ke tienen huevos y no se callan, admiracion de un viejo guerrero, mis respetos