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Vocals & Cuatro, Guitarra, and coro by Deivito.
This one's for my pappy Santos, my first musical influence.
(With a tip of the hat to my US of Boogaloo bandmate Bj Torres for inspiring this one.)
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1898
Puerto Rico, top-soil,
Your deep earth is Borinken
En La Isla del Encanto
Place where we Taíno once swam
Eighteen hundred and ninety eight
All eyes on Cuba's pain
Papers signed in old Paris
Cuba, Guam, and the Phillippines
Mira como los hijos de Dios
se olvidan
de los hijos de Dios
y ya no canta el coquí
Puerto Rico, heart-broken,
Caribe roots screaming deeply
Remember the Mano de Dios
Destiny manifests naked greed
Miles of warships on Guánica
Bombs on Vieques, corporate tax-holes
Pharma-land, resorts for so few
Low-blood sugar trade and united fruit
Mira como los hijos de Dios
se olvidan
de los hijos de Dios
y ya no canta el coquí
Puerto Rico, free-fallin',
Associated state of Caribbean dreaming
They can serve but got no say
Dulles knives de "La Operación"
Counted out yet almost in
The star on this flag is a bar on that star
None shall gag Don Pedro's name
Echoing on El Grito de Lares
Mira como los hijos de Dios
se olvidan
de los hijos de Dios
y ya no canta el coquí
Eighteen hundred and ninety eight
Sanctioned otherhood, flooding debt
Eighteen hundred and ninety eight
Ain't no borders on the rising tide
Eighteen hundred and ninety eight
As American as a hungry child
Mil ochocientos noventa y ocho
As American as a leilolai
Mira como los hijos de Dios
se olvidan
de los hijos de Dios
y ya no canta...
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