My seaside swarthy America,
The wind is brushing your crystal hair
Your chest as a dark mineral
Shimmering in the golden song of the wheat field
America, my sweetheart, this song
Awakens the chanting of the people in the voice of sea
Freedom went to the open sea
The time has come to fight and go
America, my sweetheart, take me
Between your swarthy arms embrace me
Pour your sweets into my mouth
And fill my chest with light
My swarthy America, treachery,
The ivy of evil has got into your heart
Blood covered the weapon with flowers
Selva began to pulse with song again
America, my sweetheart,
Your children will be happy to give you cane wine
Bitter, but so ours, you'll see,
So ours, that sweet, you'll feel
America, my sweetheart, with pleasure
The sweet days will return,
The outlines of the dawn will give you a kiss,
The alien nights will come
My swarthy America, there is no pain
That a human can't suppress.
The path of the liberator is difficult,
The return of the conqueror is long.