Preciosa

I know what the charms are,
of my pretty and my beautiful,
That's why I love her so much, I will always call her:
Precious...
Caribbean Island.
I know about your beautiful brunettes,
I know the smell of their roses,
That's why to my rich land,
I will always call her: precious...
Caribbean Island (repeat)

Chorus
Precious they call you the waves of the sea that bathe you,
precious for being a charm, for being an Eden.
And you have the noble chivalry of mother Spain,
and the fierce song of the wild Indian you also have.
Precious they call you the ships that sing your history,
No matter the tyrant treats you with black malice...
Precious you will be without flags,
without laurels, without glory.
Precious, precious,
the children of freedom call you precious.
Precious... beautiful island of the Caribbean.