Lamento Borincano

He leaves, crazy with joy with his cargo for the city, oh! For the city
Carrying in his thoughts a whole world full of happiness, oh! Of happiness
He thinks of remedying the situation of the home that is all his illusion like this

Happy, the peasant thinks like this, saying like this, singing like this along the way
If I sell the cargo, my dear God, I will buy a dress for my old lady

And happily, his mare also goes sensing that his singing is a hymn of joy
In that moment, the daylight surprises him and they arrive at the city market

The whole morning passes without anyone wanting to buy his cargo, oh! To buy his cargo
Everything, everything is deserted, the town is deserted out of necessity, oh! Out of necessity

This lament is heard everywhere, in my unfortunate Borinquen yes
And sadly, the peasant goes, thinking like this, saying like this, crying like this along the way
What will become of Borinquen my dear God, what will become of my children and my home

Borinquen, 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 thoughts, let me also sing to you
I also