Like the waves of the sea
are kisses on its shore
a woman from Aguadilla came to New York to sing
but not only to cry a long cry and die
of crying I I was born
like rain, a beast
and I live in the long wait
to recover what I lost
With a sky that was getting
uglier, the more it flew
A laborer from Las Marias approached New York
with the hope he said
of a long day to return
but first he made me born
and from so much work
He was left without returning
I burst in a workshop
Of a tear I am a son
and I am a son of sweat
and love was my grandfather
unique in my joy
of the memory always fixed
in that crystal of tears
like a chimera in the song
of a dream Puerto Rico
And I am Puerto Rican without anything, but If I go bankrupt
And to the echon who denies me
he should walk very straight
don't be in the narrowest part of a hallway
pay the affront
well, according to someone who tells me
they say that the moon is a
either of the sea or a mountain
and that's how I shout at the villain
I would be a Puerto Rican even if I were born on the moon
and that's how I shout at him to the villain
I would be a Puerto Rican even if I were born on the moon.

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