How nice when the sun rises at dawn,
tear the black mantle of the night,
letting see his light scattered,
in a beautiful sunrise that is a waste.
A waste of light and poetry,
a sun concert in the morning.
How beautiful are the nights of my little island,
And what a beautiful sunrise of me? homeland.
Our homeland
And proud I feel one and a thousand times,
I thank the Lord for allowing us,
to have been born in this beautiful land,
in this land where my eyes
They saw the light for the first time.
How nice when the sun rises at dawn,
tear the black mantle of the night,
letting see his light scattered,
in a beautiful sunrise that is a waste.
A waste of light and poetry,
a sun concert in the morning.
How beautiful are my nights,
and what a beautiful sunrise of me? homeland.
Ay borinquen.
And proud I feel one and a thousand times,
I thank the Lord for allowing us,
to have been born in this beautiful land,
in this land where my eyes
They saw the light for the first time.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)