Si Saliera Petróleo
Juan Luis Guerra 4.40
If Oil Came Out
Poor my tiny town
With the faith of a continent
We were well entrusted
With a club on the forehead
Poor our legacy
That makes us indifferent
Three million indigents
Illiterate and brothers
Who will eat our glory?
Who will unleash the summer?
When will we raise our heads, Dominicans?
Poor my tiny town
Against the current
But a town of brave people
Only work saves us
Listen!
[improv.]
If oil came out of here
Like it does from Kuwait
What a blessing, my friend
It would distill my pain
To wet my illusion
If oil came out of here
But roofs and schools sounded
Without hunger or disease
But no matter how much I squeeze you
Oh, my buddy, nothing comes out
If oil came out of here
But there was light and hope
Without a visa to dream
But it's just that providence
Oh, when it doesn't want to, it doesn't give
If oil came out of here
I would mortgage the silence
To tell the truth
But no matter how much I squeeze you
Hey, baby, nothing comes out
Look at that...
Suggestions:
And if here
Instead of cement
For construction
We made a lighthouse
For education
And if here
We fought together
For society
And spoke less
Solving more
Solving more
Could change
We erased the dirt
(and if here)
Of corruption
Planting flags
In the heart
And if here
We sang about the homeland
In every corner
Quisqueya would be
A better country
Raise that flag up!
A better country
