Lamento Borincano

He goes crazy with joy
With his cargo for the city
Oh, for the city
He carries in his thoughts
A whole world full of happiness
Oh! Of happiness
He thinks of remedying the situation at home
Which is all his illusion, yes!

And the happy peasant goes
Thinking 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 also his mare goes happily
Sensing that song
Is a hymn of joy
At this, the daylight surprises them
And they arrive at the city market

The whole morning goes by
Without anyone being able to buy his cargo
Oh!, to buy his cargo
Everything, everything is deserted
The town is dead with need
Oh! With need
This lament is heard everywhere
Of my unfortunate Borinquen, yes!

And the sad peasant goes
Thinking like this, saying like this
Crying like this along the way
What will become of Borinquen, my dear God
What will become of my children and my home
Borinquen, the land of Eden
The one that when singing, the great Gauthier
Called the pearl of the seas
Now that you are dying with your sorrows
Let me sing to you as well

Borinquen, my love

I am a son of Borinquen
And no one will change that
I am a son of Borinquen
And no one will change that
And the day I die
I want to rest in you
I adore you, Puerto Rico
And no one will take that away from me