Si Saliera Petróleo

Poor my tiny town
With the faith of a continent
We were well entrusted
With a club on the forehead

Poor our legacy
That makes us indifferent
Three million indigents
Illiterate and brothers

Who will eat our glory?
Who will unleash the summer?
When will we raise our heads, Dominicans?

Poor my tiny town
Against the current
But a town of brave people
Only work saves us

Listen!

[improv.]

If oil came out of here
Like it does from Kuwait
What a blessing, my friend
It would distill my pain
To wet my illusion

If oil came out of here
But roofs and schools sounded
Without hunger or disease
But no matter how much I squeeze you
Oh, my buddy, nothing comes out

If oil came out of here
But there was light and hope
Without a visa to dream
But it's just that providence
Oh, when it doesn't want to, it doesn't give

If oil came out of here
I would mortgage the silence
To tell the truth
But no matter how much I squeeze you
Hey, baby, nothing comes out

Look at that...

Suggestions:

And if here
Instead of cement
For construction
We made a lighthouse
For education

And if here
We fought together
For society
And spoke less
Solving more

Solving more
Could change

We erased the dirt
(and if here)
Of corruption
Planting flags
In the heart

And if here
We sang about the homeland
In every corner
Quisqueya would be
A better country

Raise that flag up!
A better country