I had to retire to the silent silence
to throw from this chest this great pain,
I try to drown out the crying and I almost can not
when in thought I make my prayer.
Oh blessed! Oh blessed!
What have they done with beauty
of my Borinquen? (2x)
Chorus: Cry, cry jibarito.
What do I have to keep quiet,
why should I drown these cries
if the soul of my Puerto Rico
it sinks in discomfort.
As we want to deny,
that we are a wounded people,
if almost always the love,
offered by the good Borincano
some villain takes us
who does not believe in our Blessed Ay
~
Not for this we must forget,
that the Holy Child asked us
do not take away the love
to whoever pays us badly.
Shine for humility,
we are a beacon of the divine,
let's light the road,
to so many sister towns
that maybe they have forgotten
because we are a Puerto Rico.
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So far everything has been said,
I recover the calm
well before I go I want
sing to this wounded town.
Chorus: Sing, sing jibarito.
There, your blessed ground,
the cisaña never grows,
although your size is deceiving,
compared to a continent
you are great for your people
God of you never departs.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)