Si Saliera Petroleo [English translation]

My poor, dwarf of a people

With the faith of a continent

We were well entrusted

With a big stick against our forehead

Our poor legacy

Which makes us indifferent

Three million of us destitute,

Illiterate. And brothers--

Who will feast on our glory?

Who will release (us from) this dry season?

When will we lift our heads up high,

Quisqueyans?

My poor, dwarf of a people

Fighting against the current

The strong people of the world

Will save us, but only for our labor

If oil were to come from here,

Like the way it comes out of Kuwait

If oil were to come from here,

What a blessing it would be, my dear companion

If oil were to come from here,

It would distill my pain

If oil were to come from here

To entice my hopes

If oil were to come from here,

There would be an abundance of roofs and schools

If oil were to come from here

Free of hunger, free of sickness

If oil were to come from here

But no matter how much I try to squeeze out of you

If oil were to come from here

My dear people, nothing comes out

If oil were to come from here

Yeah, there would be light and hope

If oil were to come from here

No need for a dreamer's visa

If oil were to come from here

But it so happens that providence

If oil were to come from here

Won't do what it doesn't want to

If oil were to come from here,

It would jeopardize silence itself

If oil were to come from here,

From, from telling, telling the truth

If oil were to come from here,

But no matter how much I try to squeeze out of you, hey

If oil were to come from here,

Little mama, nothing comes out

Suggestions...

And if...

Instead of concrete

And if...

During construction

And if...

We were to make a beacon

And if...

Out of our education system

And if...

We'd fight together

And if...

For society

And if...

And we'd talk less

And if...

Resolving more

Resolving more

Everything would change (repeat)

We'd throw the dirty men

And if...

Out of their corruption

And if...

Sowing flags

And if...

In their hearts

And if...

We'd sing to our motherland

And if...

In every corner

And if...

Quisqueya would be

And if...

A better country

Wave that flag!

A better country

A better country (repeat)