Puerto Rico, Puerto Pobre
Illapu
Puerto Rico, Poor Puerto Rico
It's late in this age for a new start
Yet this is how I feel
Here once again, like other times I step out
To sing or to die, here I begin.
And there’s no force that can silence me
Except the sad weight of time
Death has allied with its plow
For the farming of bones.
Puerto Rico, Poor Puerto Rico
Puerto Rico, Poor Puerto Rico
I’ve chosen a hot theme for this tango
With blood, with palm trees, with silence
It’s about an island surrounded
By many waters and endless dead
There grows the pain of those who wait
And a river of laments bleeds out
It’s a poor island locked away
Days come and go, all gray and dull.
Puerto Rico, Poor Puerto Rico
Puerto Rico, Poor Puerto Rico
The light flies back to the palm trees
The night sails in its black ship
And there it remains, the imprisoned
Island surrounded by suffering.
