Piano, Puerto Rican, non sei solo,
Muchos estan contigo, e hai una casa.
Forza,
combatti i sentimenti negativi,
fà un respiro profondo, non batter ciglio e
chiedi quello che vuoi
e fai l’uomo grande....la donna.
Metti in mostra il respiro della vita,
parla della brezza e dei non ti scordar di te.
Di’ la tua sulle sporche strade.
Scarabocchia un messaggio arrabbiato in un androne squallido,
esprimi quello che hai da dire e non reprimere l’ispirazione,
avvolgi a spirale con gli occhi un mondo tanto grande.
Una goccia alla volta, e magari piangi un po’.
Potrebbe andare peggio.
Piano, Puerto Rican, non sei solo,
Muchos estan contigo, e hai una casa.
Giovane come sei, fa’ uno sforzo per capire i tuoi mezzi,
conosci la tua bellezza
e guarda la scena
risveglia un sogno che non ti sia nemico.
Alzati più in alto delle grigie volute di fumo dei camini.
Ehi, tira in dentro la pancia e trattieni il respiro.
Apri bene gli occhi di caraibico,
e guarda l’arcobaleno che è te
E guarda l’arcobaleno che è te.
Punto.
Softly, Puerto Rican, you ain't alone,
Muchos están contigo and you've got a home.
Keep up your strength
fight cold attitudes,
It's a reformed blast you take,
making no sweat,
Lay your kicks down,
and make like a mighty man.
Flex your breath of life,
talk about your breeze
and forget you nots.
Write your say
about sidewalks dirty.
Scribble your mean message
on dingy hallway-walls.
Express your aptitude
and limit not its call.
Curl your eyeballs around
a world just so big.
And squeeze all you can,
a drop at a time,
and maybe cry a little bit,
After all, it could be worse.
Softly, Brothers and Sisters, you're not alone,
Muchos están contigo and you've got a home.
Make a young thing effort to dig your means,
know your beauty and watch your scenes.
Awake a dream not unkind to you.
Rise above gray-black
chimney's curling smoke.
Suck your belly in and
hold your breath.
Open wide your soulish eyes,
and behold a rainbow
that is you.
Drip of a drop,
Don't name it a tear,
It's hard to cry with tears,
harder without,
To smother a sob without a sound,
to bite your forefinger in helplessness,
and cry out
Hey! Where's the pill
I can take to cure this?
What's the doctor's name?
What operation can save me?
Hey, stop making such a roar, you cats
can't you dig
I'm talking for you, too?
Oh gee, if I only had three wishes,
like the fairy tailes put it down,
I'd wish it could be different,
I'd wish it would be different,
I'd wish that I could keep on wishing
that hallways would have better lights
to show up the dirt and slime,
That streets could smile
to make the roar a hum,
That rumbles would be lessened
and eventually be forgot,
That all races be as one,
and all could speak in loving tongues.
That the cause of all the sorrows,
hate, would turn to love,
That a crushing blow of anger
would be a caressing warmth,
that all of America be real cool
beneath this hot hate sun.
That there'd be a real club
with all the names as one,
And all the brothers and sisters on the block
belong, without the war cry, "The Shit's On."
I wish there'd be no more madres
to mourn for their good girl or boy.
And all the tears of sorrow,
would turn to ones of joy
That all the wanting to be so bad,
would be a long lost lie,
to blend together the heart and mind,
to jump for justice all at once,
No more play for the bad-ass rep,
just a real cool guy.
I wish, I wish,
twinkle, twinkle, diddy-bops
How I wish this hate would stop.