He goes crazy with his cargo,
for the city, ay, for the city,
he carries in his thought a whole world full,
of happiness, ay, of happiness,
plan to remedy the situation,
of the home that is all your illusion, yes.
And happy the jibarito goes thinking thus,
saying so, singing like this along the way,
If I sell the cargo my dear god,
I'll buy a suit for my old lady.
And happy also your mare goes,
by sensing that that singing,
it's a hymn of joy,
and in that he is surprised by the light of day,
and they arrive at the market of the city.
He spends the whole morning without anyone wanting to,
your load buy, ay, your load buy,
everything, everything is deserted and the town is full,
of need, need, need
this lament is heard everywhere,
from my unfortunate Borinquen, yes.
And sad the jibarito goes thinking like this,
saying so, crying like that along the way,
that will be from Borinquen my beloved god,
that will be my children and my home.
Oh Borinquen the land of Eden,
which when singing, the great Gauthier,
I call the pearl of the seas,
Now that you die with your sorrows,
let me sing to you too,
Borinquen of my love.
I am Borinquen's son and that nobody will change,
I am Borinquen's son and that nobody will change,
and the day that I die in you I want to rest,
I adore you Puerto Rico and that nobody is going to take it from me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)