Son de Cuba a Puerto Rico

When my flag was raised
yours would do the same
and that time was the first
we wanted to fly together.
Later a beloved voice
shouted with much reason:
Cuba and Puerto Rico are
the two wings of one bird.

Puerto Rico, wing that fell into the sea
that couldn't fly,
I invite you to my flight
and together we seek the same sky.

Conditions that have nothing
to do with pulling a trigger
opened the way for us
while they hold you back.
This unfinished task
we have to finish
because they want to see the end
of all the dead from both sides.
Wherever you go, I go,
I will always support you.

Following the same path
we meet again
together to demand
that your destiny changes.
And if they were to deny you
what rightfully belongs to you,
I invite you to fly this time
with the machete in your wings.