Hijos del Cañaveral [English translation]

[Verse 1]

Since we were born

Our banana stain came from the same bunch

We're brothers of the same horizon

We were all raised on the mountain side

We grew up, but for another person to take advantage

We're a people with baby teeth

The sons of work without lunch

The lemonade, for the foreman of the land

Everything that survives

We're the fermented cane of the Caribbean

But even though history whips us

We're like a glass bottle that floats

We got the Aguirre central to work

Without knowing how to read or write

And we cured depression without medicine

For we walk at the pace of the key

Our race is wild by nature

We came out of the lid of a lava vulcan

There is no identity, some say

But here, each one of us wears number 21 on his back

We learned to walk a long time ago

With one bare foot and the other one with a shoe

With the cacique's medal in the pawn shop

We're the owners of a land without an owner

[Chorus]

Sons of the reedbed

We never drop our pava

This race is always wild

Even when the hurricane blows

For you to feel the caliber

Of a riderless horse

Look how he runs freely

It reflects on the machete

[Verse 2]

We're the dew at breakfast time

We're the tide when it dances with the moon

We dry our sweat with the wind, without a towel

We perfume ourselves with the beaches' salt

When the sun hangs the clouds on the clothes line

The downpour consists of coconut water

And we dream from the same shores

Without losing track because here the cucubans shine

The huricane comes and we pray to the cross

And we play Brisca when there is no light

The heat heats our beer

And we bathe in the lake until the dam is opened

On Holy Fridays we eat yautía

And the three kings come from Juana Díaz

We put umbrellas on the deceased

And on the patronal parties we get dizzy together

There's no one who can take away what's ours

No matter how much snow they throw, here it melts

Even if they plant their roots as they want to

Guanabana trees don't give apples

[Chorus]

Sons of the reedbed

We never drop our pava

This race is always wild

Even when the hurricane blows

For you to feel the caliber

Of a riderless horse

Look how he runs freely

It reflects on the machete

[Chorus]

Sons of the reedbed

We never drop our pava

This race is always wild

Even when the hurricane blows

In order to learn how to defend ourselves

We never went to school

Even though the bull has got horns

Our rooster has got spurs

[Outro]

With a clean lash since the discovery

They couldn't do it, we still have the same accent

Our endurance has been worthy

We're the verses that aren't sung in our anthem

Let's release the ships from the dock

This cart moves without oxen

We will take the colonist down from the throne

So that our flag sings in a single tone

In the fourth, Luisito Sans

In the bongo, Antony Carrillo

Talk to the saints, go for it