Fruto de La Tierra

I extract the fruit from Mother Earth
I melt it in stone fire
I inhale smoke of consciousness
And release my white and dense prayer to the wind
The wind plays, wraps my innocence
And my overflowing resistance
All in my cloud of impatience
I turn it into patience

Borinquen, alert, awake
They explode every space of the earth
They abuse its essence
They don't see that it is she who sustains us
They call progress their most obvious destruction
Changing forests for cement
And dare, they forbid us
The fruit of the earth, ganja.

Liberator of the mind is ganja
Some say it harms you
And now I understand what I heard in my childhood
Ignorance is bold.

He who seeks glory
In the bowels of Babylon
He who with progress
Continues to shorten the hours.

They will not understand,
What it is to feel the consciousness of the earth
Ignorance is there,
They make illegal what grows from it
Until when more

I extract the fruit from Mother Earth
I melt it in stone fire
I inhale smoke of consciousness
And release my white and dense prayer to the wind.
And release my consciousness prayer to the wind
So that it spreads through the sphere
And penetrates the unreal corners
Of Babylon.

Borinquen, alert, awake
They explode every space of the earth
They abuse its essence
They don't see that it is she who sustains us
They call progress their most obvious destruction
Changing forests for cement
And dare, they forbid us
The fruit of the earth, ganja.