Milanes Pablo
Miscellaneous
They are from Cuba to Puerto Rico
When my flag was raised
yours would do the same,
and that was the first time
that together we wanted to fly.
Later a beloved voice
shouted with great reason:
Cuba and Puerto Rico are
the two wings of a bird.
Cuba and Puerto Rich are
the two wings of a bird.
Puerto Rico, wing that fell into the sea,
that could not fly,
I invite you to my flight
and We seek the same sky together.
Conditions that have nothing to do with
firing a shot,
they opened the way for us
while they stop you.
This unfinished task
We have to finish,
because they want to see the end
all the dead of both of us.
Wherever you go I go out,
I will always support you.
Wherever you go, I go out,
I will always support you.
Puerto Rico, wing that fell into the sea,
that could not fly,
I invite you to my flight
br/>and we seek the same sky together.
Following the same path
we meet again,
to together demand
that your destiny be changed.
And if Perhaps they will deny you
what is necessarily yours,
I invite you to fly this time
with the machete in your wings,
I invite you to fly this time
with the machete in the wings.
Puerto Rico, the wing that fell into the sea,
that could not fly,
I invite you to my flight
and we seek together the same sky.
Contributed by Joaquín Moya
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Feb -97

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