Puerto Rico

[Intro] ¡Wepa! Borikén, Isla del Encanto [Verse 1] Before the ships, the Taíno called this island Borikén, carved their cemí spirits, played the batey courts again, then Columbus came ashore in fourteen ninety-three, and San Juan rose in stone walls high above the sea. El Morro guards the harbour, blue cobblestones below, Old San Juan in pastel colours, balconies in a row, four centuries of Spain, then eighteen ninety-eight, a territory of the United States from that date. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the coquí singing when the sun goes down, co-quí, co-quí, all around the town [Chorus] Puerto Rico, Isla del Encanto, bomba drums and plena, the cuatro in the air, from El Yunque's rain to the glow of Mosquito Bay, a Boricua heart beating everywhere [Verse 2] Taíno, African and Spanish, three roots in one embrace, you can taste it in mofongo, arroz con gandules on the plate, the cuatro's ten strings ringing at the Christmas parranda, salsa horns and reggaetón turning up the city lights. Roberto Clemente running bases with a giving heart, Spanish and English spoken, two languages, one art, after Hurricane María neighbours rebuilt street by street, island strength in every hand and every drumbeat. [Chorus] Puerto Rico, Isla del Encanto, bomba drums and plena, the cuatro in the air, from El Yunque's rain to the glow of Mosquito Bay, a Boricua heart beating everywhere [Bridge] Paddle out in Vieques at midnight, the water turns to stars, El Yunque's misty forest, waterfalls and ferns, the one tropical rainforest in the U.S. forest system, a green cathedral where the rain returns. [Final Chorus] Puerto Rico, Isla del Encanto, bomba drums and plena, the cuatro in the air, from El Yunque's rain to the glow of Mosquito Bay, a Boricua heart beating everywhere [Outro] ¡Wepa! Borikén, Isla del Encanto