Guanche Bereber

From the depths of the centuries comes
The Guanche Berber, the Guanche Berber
Libyan African blood, Libyan Guanche Berber
From the depths of the centuries comes
The Guanche Berber, the Guanche Berber
Libyan African blood, Libyan Guanche Berber

Africa is not only the south, nor only the black African
Africa is also the north, black slave, white slave
Sons of slavery, of hunger, of chains
All Africa is full of our blood and sweat

And no pain was left sown in Africa
Que llevó el hispano en sus cárceles marinas
And the Indian saw his Caribbean Sea enraged
At the crack of whips in murderous hands

Indians, Guanches and Blacks
Blacks, Guanches and Indians
The American land
Is sister to Africa

From the depths of the centuries comes
The Guanche Berber, the Guanche Berber
Libyan African blood, Libyan Guanche Berber
From the depths of the centuries comes
The Guanche Berber, the Guanche Berber
Libyan African blood, Libyan Guanche Berber

In South America and in North America
When the cannons thunder, fewer Indians, more slaves
Sons of slavery, of hunger, of chains
All Africa is full of our blood and sweat

And there was still pain sown in Africa
A people in rebellion flourished on land
And there was still the impoverished Indian in America
While the black springs from its entrails

Indians, Guanches and Blacks
Blacks, Guanches and Indians
The American land
Is sister to Africa

From the depths of the centuries comes
The Guanche Berber, the Guanche Berber
Libyan African blood, Libyan Guanche Berber
From the depths of the centuries comes
The Guanche Berber, the Guanche Berber
Libyan African blood, Libyan Guanche Berber