Puerto Rico
Esta tarde escuché una música
Y he sentido nostalgia pensando el lugar
Donde yo nací, Puerto Rico.
Qué será de mi tierra y mis árboles
Qué será de mi casa cubierta de sol
Mi querido sol, viejo amigo.
Quién pudiera ser ave y volar
Para regresar y estar contigo.
Pronto volveré a Puerto Rico
Cantando mis canciones
Junto al mar
Pronto volveré a Puerto Rico
Allá está esperándome mi hogar.
Y sentado a la sombra de aquel jardín
Que sembré el día antes de irme de allá
Sentiré el calor de mi tierra.
Quién pudiera ser barco y flotar
Para estar otra vez junto a tu orilla
Quien pudiera ser ave y volar
Para regresar y estar contigo.
Pronto volveré a Puerto Rico
Cantando mis canciones
Junto al mar
Pronto volveré a Puerto Rico
Allá está esperándome mi hogar.
Puerto Rico
This afternoon I heard a tune
And I felt a wave of nostalgia thinking of the place
Where I was born, Puerto Rico.
What will become of my land and my trees?
What will happen to my sun-drenched home?
My dear sun, old friend.
Who could be a bird and fly
To return and be with you?
Soon I'll be back in Puerto Rico
Singing my songs
By the sea.
Soon I'll be back in Puerto Rico
My home is waiting for me there.
And sitting in the shade of that garden
I planted the day before I left there
I’ll feel the warmth of my land.
Who could be a boat and float
To be once again by your shore?
Who could be a bird and fly
To return and be with you?
Soon I'll be back in Puerto Rico
Singing my songs
By the sea.
Soon I'll be back in Puerto Rico
My home is waiting for me there.