Un Caribe En Nueva York

Just arrived from Manhattan
With the collar rolled back
Wetter than a fish
The illusion a chimera
Goes whistling down Fifth Avenue
I hope it rains coffee
Where will my uncle live, in Brooklyn or the Bronx?
He arrived by raft in Puerto Rico
He sold seafood in Piñones and San Juan
But one day he stowed away on a ship to New York
With the dreams he carried and the dreams he left behind
His soul was bent by the Caribbean in New York
And he thinks of her, his mulatto looking at the sky
While lying on a bench in Central Park
With the New York Times as a mattress and looking at the sky
While he tells me the story that I sing today
The story of a Caribbean in New York

And what does a Caribbean do in New York
Other than endure cold and heat
Deceiving loneliness?
And what does a Caribbean do in New York
Other than miss what he left behind
And live dreaming of returning?
And what does a Caribbean do in New York?
And what does a Caribbean do in New York?
What does a Caribbean do in New York?

Creating a factory in the first world and an opportunity
That in a couple of years he can save
And the calendar sheds its leaves and the cold turns to heat
And he sends his mulatto some paper caresses
And he thinks of her, his mulatto, looking at the sky
While lying on a bench in Central Park
With the New York Times as a mattress and looking at the sky
While he tells me the story that I sing today
The story of a Caribbean in New York