Un Caribe en Nueva York [English translation]

Just arrived from Manhattan,

With his neck making him look back

More wet than a fish

The illusion is just a fantasy

He whistles down Fifth Ave:

I hope that it'll rain coffee!

Where could my uncle live, in Brooklyn or the Bronx?

He got to Puerto Rico by a balza

He sold seafood in Piñones and San Juan

But one day he stowed-away on a ship to New York

With his dreams that he took with him and those he left behind

His soul yearned for the Carribean in New York

And he thinks of it, there's its mulata looking at the sky

While she lies down on a stand in Central Park

With the New York Times she makes a blanket and looks at the sky

While she tells me the stories that today I sing

The story of a Carribean in New York

And what does a Carribean do in New York

That isn't just suffering through the heat and the cold

Betrayed by loneliness?

And what does a Carribean do in New York

Who doesn't miss what they left behind

And remain dreaming of returning?

And what does a Carribean do in New York?

And what does a Carribean do in New York?

What is it that a Carribean does in New York ?

Creating a first-world factory and of opportunity

It's a question of a couple years to be able to save enough

And the calender becomes old and the cold turns into heat

And it sends to its mulata some caresses of money

And it thinks about her, about its mulata, looking at the sky

While she lies down on a stand in Central Park

With the New York Times made into her blanket and she looks at the sky

While she tells me the story that I sing to you today

Of the story of a Carribean in New York

• Artist:Ricardo Arjona