Bochinches
Rubén Blades Lyrics


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Mi madre no descansó y trabajó hasta preñada
Por eso, donde ella fuera yo adentro la acompañaba
Y mi abuelita decía, 'Así nos salió la baraja
En la casa de los pobres hasta el feto trabaja'

A la mansión del patrón un negro ha sido invitao
Lo mandaron a buscar como acto desesperao
Al no poder curar al señor
Nuestros blancos e ilustres doctores
Del brazo de la patrona llegó San Martín de Porres

Manejaba su virtud como si ella fuera un taxi
Por plata iba el pasajero, de la teoría a la praxis




Su cuerpo, una carretera que accidentó a mucha gente
Su amor, un huérfano herido, siempre buscando pariente

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Rubén Blades's song Bochinches talk about the hard work of his mother even when she was pregnant, and how he always accompanied her wherever she went. The second line, "And my grandmother used to say, 'That's how we were dealt our cards. In the house of the poor, even the fetus works,'" is a commentary on the cycle of poverty that is passed down through generations. It speaks to the idea that being born into poverty often means that you are already behind and will have to work harder to get ahead.


The song then shifts to tell the story of a black man who is invited to the mansion of his employer as a last resort to try and cure the boss's illness, as the white doctors have failed to do so. San Martín de Porres, a black Peruvian saint with a reputation of being a healer and miracle worker, arrives with the patroness and uses his gift as a healer to cure the boss. The lyrics suggest that this is a commentary on how the white elite often overlook the skills and contributions of people of color until they are in dire need.


The last verse talks about San Martín de Porres's life and how he would use his gift as a healer for profit. The metaphor of his body being a "roadway that has caused many accidents," suggests that he was not always successful in his endeavors and may have caused harm unintentionally. Blades also suggests that San Martín's love was like an injured orphan, always looking for someone to take care of him.


Overall, Bochinches is a song about the struggles of marginalized communities, the prejudices that they face, and how their skills and contributions are often overlooked until they are needed. It is a powerful commentary on the cycle of poverty and how difficult it can be to break free from it, even when you are talented and hardworking.


Line by Line Meaning

Mi madre no descansó y trabajó hasta preñada
My mother never stopped working, even when she was pregnant with me.


Por eso, donde ella fuera yo adentro la acompañaba
That's why I was always with her wherever she went.


Y mi abuelita decía, 'Así nos salió la baraja
And my grandmother used to say, 'This is the hand we were dealt.'


En la casa de los pobres hasta el feto trabaja'
In poor households, even the unborn child has to work.


A la mansión del patrón un negro ha sido invitao
A black man has been invited to the boss's mansion.


Lo mandaron a buscar como acto desesperao
He was summoned out of desperation.


Al no poder curar al señor
Since the doctor couldn't cure the master


Nuestros blancos e ilustres doctores
Our white and illustrious doctors


Del brazo de la patrona llegó San Martín de Porres
San Martín de Porres arrived, escorted by the boss's wife.


Manejaba su virtud como si ella fuera un taxi
She used her virtue as if it were a taxi.


Por plata iba el pasajero, de la teoría a la praxis
Customers paid to ride from theory to practice.


Su cuerpo, una carretera que accidentó a mucha gente
Her body was a highway that caused many accidents.


Su amor, un huérfano herido, siempre buscando pariente
Her love is like a wounded orphan, always searching for a relative.




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Comments from YouTube:

Salvador De Frias

Como panameño me siento muy contento x Ruben quien a traves de su musica nos hace recordar, soñar y sobretodo pensar en ellas y su letra. Ruben eres un orgullo para Panama y Latinoamerica.

YO SOY ALID

Una de mis favoritas de este álbum.

YOVANNY MARQUEZ CARABALI

Que buen clacico para los que sabemos de esta vaina attt: Yovanny marquez carabali

Héctor fl

excelente este disco es el que mas me gusta de rubencito es un maestro de maestros

Hernan Yoab

Totalmente de acuerdo, sonidos de todos el mundo.

YOVANNY MARQUEZ CARABALI

Espectacular clásico attt: Yovanny Márquez carabali

RAM THRU

Masterpiece

masero masero

Oleee el tito Rubén Blades mostrooo🙌

Mika Malpica

magistral

Lilia Cera

exquisita

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