Because Bad Bunny’s performance was sung in Spanish, ChurchLeaders used ChatGPT to translate the transcript taken from YouTube. Here is that translation:
The National Football League welcomes Apple Music Super Bowl 60.
How good being Latino feels. You can see it today. And they ask me if I have a lot of girlfriends. Yeah, a lot of girlfriends—I have one in the morning, another later. But they keep asking if I have many girlfriends. Yeah, many girlfriends—one in the morning, another later. Hey, I’m taking them all to a VIP, a VIP. Hey, say hi to Titi, let’s take a selfie. Say cheese, let the ones smile who I already put in a VIP, a VIP. Hey, say hi to Diddy. Let’s take a selfie. Say cheese, let the ones laugh who already forgot about me. I really like Gabriela, Patricia, Nicole, Sofía. My first girlfriend in kindergarten was María, and my first love was named Batalío. I have a Colombian girl who writes me every day, and a Mexican one I didn’t even know about. Another one in Santa Ana who still loves me, and the ones from Puerto Rico—they’re all mine. A Dominican girl who plays bombón and grape, grape bombón. The one from Barcelona who comes along and says they charge you—I already let her play with my heart. I’d like to move with you to a mansion. The day I get married, I’ll send you the invitation, kid. Forget that.
Before, you ignored me—now I ignore you. Before, you didn’t want me—now I don’t want you. Before, you ignored me—women all over the world. Before, you didn’t want me. Relax, I’m by myself. Move, move, move. I dance alone. By myself. Okay.
She’s acting wild, and I want you to hide it for me. Grab it like a bong—one came in that gets her turned on. Hey, jump. If you don’t, don’t call me. It’s so she loves me—if your boyfriend doesn’t stop you, that’s on him. Hey, hey, in the dance floor she doesn’t take it off. She gets beautiful. Hey, she calls me if she needs me. But for now she’s alone and she dances. Stop.
Welcome to the biggest party in the whole world. I met my freaky girl. She knows there’s money here. She wants me to do it to her, she’s ready for it. Hey, I’m going to take you to Puerto Rico, baby, so you can see how we dance. Bring your friend. If you like the idea, tell her that tonight we party. Hey, how good we’re going to have it. Nobody here is getting married, but you’re going to want to—so take advantage, I’m single. Turn up the gasoline. Give me more gasoline.
You’re listening to music from Puerto Rico, from the neighborhoods, the housing projects. She’s coming this way. She never arrives alone. She never comes alone. All the bad boys know that tonight is all about dancing. Dance, baby. Drop it, baby. All the way down, baby. Don’t stop, baby. In the club, baby. Dancing, grinding, baby. Baby, Latinos, baby. It’s wild, baby.
Good afternoon, California. My name is Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, and if I’m here today at Super Bowl 60, it’s because I never—never—stopped believing in myself. You should believe in yourself too. You’re worth more than you think. Believe me.
By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.
Lost in the words that we…I don’t even want to do this anymore. You know what you mean to me and I love you. I’m the only one fighting for wherever you go—that’s where I go. Nobody promised. So I love you every night like it’s the last night. Like it’s the last night. If the world were ending, I’d want to be next to you. The party was over and our time on earth was true. I want to hold you just for a while and die with a smile.
While you’re alive, you should love as much as you can.
I can’t forget you. No, I can’t erase you. You taught me how to love, you taught me how to dance. And I had many girlfriends, but none like you. I don’t have my sun—I live on the moon. If you think about it, I’ll jump in headfirst. Hey, they call me crazy. Oh.
Dance, dance, dance without fear. Love without fear.
New York. Okay.
If you want to have fun, without worrying, you just have to live. Where to? A summer in New York. New York. If you want to have fun—wait, what is this?
San Francisco, enjoy it because this only lasts a little while. Fourth of July with my cousin, drunk in the Bronx, right? At night there’s Willy Colón—they call me the bad one. Hey, why do the years pass and I’m still killing it? Selling records like fine art. White cat. Yeah, yeah, the pink drip. I don’t get confused. I don’t avoid it. A shot of liquor, things get close. I’ve got the championship—nobody takes it from me. Don’t say goodbye to me. Okay.
They want to take away my river and my beach. They want my neighborhood and for my grandma to leave. No—don’t let go of the flag or forget where you’re from. I don’t want them to do to you what they did to others.
With lots of love for all of you.
Puerto Rico is good—really d*mn good. From Carolina comes reggaeton and it’s going to call you. They want to jump on the line in Rincón. A kiss to grandma on the balcony. This is dog land—the land of Maelo, Calderón, and Barreto, champions from the beginning. Another blackout. Let’s light one up before the pipe hits the buffet. Puerto Rico is here. I’m on top. Puerto Rico is here. I stay in Palomino. A shoutout to my neighbors. The heat here is different. The sun hits different. The capital of PR. Now everyone wants to be Latino—but they’re missing flavor, drums, and reggaeton. Careful with my crew—we’re a lot. Welcome to the heat. Coffee in the morning, partying in the afternoon. We’re already in the streets—get out of your bubble. We’re in your head in the morning.
God bless America—Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Brazil, Colombia, Venezuela, Guyana, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, Mexico, Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Jamaica, the Antilles, the United States, Canada—my homeland, Puerto Rico. We’re still here. Now yes. Kisses and hugs. Thank you very much.
