Lamento borincano

He goes crazy with joy with his cargo
To the city, oh, to the city
Carries in his thoughts a whole world
Full of happiness, oh, of happiness

He thinks of remedying the situation
Of the home that is all his illusion, yes
And happily, the peasant thinks like this
Saying like this, singing like this along the way

If I sell the cargo, my dear God
I will buy a dress for my old lady

And happily, his mare also goes
Sensing that his singing
Is a hymn of joy
In that moment, the daylight surprises him
Upon arriving at the city market

The whole morning passes
Without anyone wanting
To buy his cargo, oh
To buy his cargo
Everything, everything is deserted
And the town is full
Of need, oh, of need

Laments are heard everywhere
From his unfortunate Borinquén, yes
And sadly, the peasant thinks like this

Saying like this, crying like this along the way
What will become of Borinquén, my dear God?
What will become of my children and my home?

Borinquén, the land of Eden
The one that when singing, the great Gautier
Called the pearl of the seas

Now that you find yourself with your sorrows
Let me also sing to you, me too
Me too, Me too (aah)