Lamento Borincano [English translation]

He goes out, crazy of joy,

With his load, on his way to the city, ay, to the city.

He carries in his thoughts

A world full of happiness, yes, of happiness.

He thinks of fixing the situation

At home, that’s all he wants, yeah.

And happy, the little jibaro goes, thinking thus,

Saying thus, singing thus on his way:

"If I sell my load, my dear God,

I’ll buy a suit for my little old woman".

And even his mare goes

Joyously

Sensing his song

Is like a hymn of joy.

Then, daylight surprises him

And they arrive to the city market.

He spends the whole morning

With no one willing

To buy his lot, ay, to buy his lot

All, all is deserted

The town is dying, its needs unmet, ay, unmet

A lament can be heard all over

In my unfortunate Boriquen, yes

And sadden, the little jibaro goes

Thinking thus, saying thus, crying thus on the way

"What shall be of Boriquen, my dear God?

What shall be of my children and my home?"

Boriquen, land of Eden

That, in his song, the great Gautier called the "Pearl of the Seas"

Now that you are dying with your sorrows

Let me too sing to you.

• Artist:Caetano Veloso
• Album:Fina Estampa