Newly arrived from Manhattan
With his neck rolled back
Wetter than a fish, the illusion a chimera
He goes whistling through the villa, Ã I hope it rains coffee!
Where will my uncle live, in Brooklin or in Broonks?
He arrived in Puerto Rico by raft
He sold seafood in Piñones and San Juan
But one day he stowed away by boat to New York
With the dreams that she carried and the dreams she left behind
The soul of the Caribbean in New York was humping
And she thinks of her, there is her mulatto looking at the sky
While she lies down in a bench in Central
With the New York Times he makes a mattress and looks at the sky
While he tells me the story that I sing to you today
The story of a Caribbean in New York
ÃÂAnd what does a Caribbean do in New York?
Other than spend the cold and heat
Cheating on loneliness? What does a Caribbean do in New York? Other than miss what he left behind and live dreaming of returning? What does a Caribbean do in New York?
ÃÂAnd what does a Caribbean do in New York?
ÃÂWhat does a Caribbean do in New York?
Creating a first-world factory and an opportunity
That it is a matter of a couple of years to be able to save
And the calendar collapses and the cold becomes hot
And he sends his mulatto some paper caresses
And he thinks of her, of his mulatto, looking at the sky
While he lies down on a bench in central br/>With the New York Times he makes a mattress and looks at the sky
While he tells me the story that I sing to you today
The story of a Caribbean in New York

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