Lamento borincano

He goes crazy with joy
with his cargo
to the city, yes,
to the city.
Carries, in his thoughts
a whole world
full of happiness, yes,
of happiness.
He thinks of remedying the situation
of the home that is all his illusion.

And happy, the peasant goes
singing like this,
saying like this,
laughing like this, along the way:
"If I sell the cargo
my dear god
I will buy a dress
for my old lady".
And happy also his mule goes
sensing that song
is a hymn of joy.
At that moment
the daylight surprises them,
and they arrive at the city market.

The whole morning goes by
without anyone wanting
to buy his cargo, oh,
to buy his cargo.
Everything, everything is deserted
the town is dead
from necessity, yes,
from necessity.
Laments are heard everywhere
from the unfortunate Borinquén, yes.

And sad, the peasant goes
singing like this,
crying like this,
saying 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 are dying
with your sorrows
let me also sing to you.