I go to walk through the cosmic
Waist of the South
I set foot on the zone more vegetable of the
Wind and light
I feel while I walk all the skin of America
Over my skin
And it's flowing in my blood a river that
In my voice he liberates his volume.
Sun from Alto Perú, face of Bolivia, tin and loneliness
A green Brazil, kiss my Chile, copper and mineral
I climb up from the South up to the core
America and total
Deep root of a cry destined to
Grow and to burst.
All the voices all,
All the hands all,
All the blood can be song in the wind
Sing with me, sing,
American brother
Set free your hope with a cry in your voice. ..
All the voices all,
All the hands all,
All the blood can be song in the wind
Sing with me, sing,
American brother
Set free your hope with a cry in your voice. ..