Raiz de sueños

In my Caribbean, root of dreams where the feeling never runs out
I am from the land of hope, I carry
the blood of those who don't recognize owners.
I am fire and moon, water and memory of sunrises
always illuminating our history.

Root of dreams is my Caribbean, magical flower that lives
inside my chest! For this land of loves that saw us
born, for that land we must always respond.
Song of my soul, today like yesterday, I love her so much
because she taught me how to love.

Root of dreams is the Caribbean, where the sun
has no owner and hope survives!

When it's summer and the sun comes, sliding over the sea,
in my land there is no sin, there is only time to enjoy.

Root of dreams ...

Even if they offer me a passport and a change of color,
I won't trade them for my land, for my moon or for my sun.

To Colobo, Carolina, Loiza, and Llorens, a hug to
the villages, from Panama and from Ruben.
To Dominican Republic, so they can enjoy it too.
After the storm, the sun of Borinquen shines.
Between a tropical love, between the moon and the sea,
the soul remembers and starts to dance.

Carolina, Cao; Carolina, Cao.
Don't leave because this continues!

Pure life is my Caribbean of colors and pains.
That's how, in the Caribbean, loves are painted.
There I have my friends, my mom, and my little house.