Amo Esta Isla
Amo esta isla, soy del Caribe
Jamás podría pisar tierra firme
Porque me inhibe
No me hablen de continente
Que ya se han abarrotado
Usted mira a todos lados
Y lo ve lleno de gente
No es que tanto me moleste
Pero pocos son de allí
Se fueron de allá, de aquí
Y hoy arrastran esa pena
De sentirse entre cadenas
Que es lo que me pasa a mí
El que nació en el Caribe
Goza de una facultad
Al sentir su libertad
Se identifica y la vive
Al cambiar la que lo inhibe
Por su mar, por su palmera
Una eterna primavera
O un sol que nutre su piel
Va sintiendo que no es él
Y pierde hasta su bandera
I Love This Island
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