Amo Esta Isla

I love this island, I'm from the Caribbean
I could never set foot on solid ground
Because it inhibits me

Don't talk to me about the continent
That's already overcrowded
You look around
And see it full of people
It's not that it bothers me so much
But few are from there
They left from there, from here
And today they drag that sorrow
Of feeling trapped
Which is what happens to me

He who was born in the Caribbean
Enjoys a faculty
When feeling his freedom
He identifies with it and lives it
By changing what inhibits him
For his sea, for his palm tree
An eternal spring
Or a sun that nourishes his skin
He starts feeling that he's not himself
And even loses his flag