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A Jibarito was serving 30 years in prison
He walked free one day, to civilization
So different he found, the land that he loved so much
That from his eyes flowed, tears from the heart
Where, where, where is, where is my land?
Where will my little cow be and the hammock where she slept?
It was seen on his face, his great dissatisfaction
There was no joy, rather it was admiration
The Puerto Rican did not understand, change of such proportion
And said boldly: "Come back, take me to prison"
Where, where, where is, where is my land?
Where will my little cow be and the hammock where she slept?
That manicero, (Where is he?)
Where is the cornerman? (Where is he?)
Where is the canoeist, gentlemen? (Where is he?)
That I want it, I want to see it, (Where is it?)
Until sunsets, (Where is it?)
I already see them different, (Where is he?)
Different are the women, (Where is it?)
In another way the people, (Where are they?)
That I want to see them, (Where is it?)
Where is the manicurist, gentlemen? (Where is he?)
(Where is?)
(Where is?)
(Where is?)
That Canoeist, (Where is he?)
Hey, where is the cornerman? (Where is he?)
Until sunsets, (Where is it?)
I see them differently, (Where is he?)
Different are the women, (Where is it?)
In another way the people, (Where are they?)
That I want to see them, (Where is it?)
Where is the canoeist, gentlemen? (Where is he?)
Where, where, where, where, is it?, (Where is it?)
And even that corner, (Where is it?)
Where, where, is it?, (Where is it?)
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