El Carnaval de Los Abuelos

It's time to go back
To our natural land
To feel life in freedom
It's the path that leads to the roots
To the people of Latin America

Your brown skin in the wind
Is the color of feeling
Your gaze ignites the illusion in a song

Rebirth to the movement
Of our original race
Because the grandparents are back
Awakening the carnival
The drums are felt
It's the root of America
The condor flies in the mountains
Announcing the carnival

Let's not stop dreaming
The freedom of flight
Life is natural
What do the grandparents say?

Blue hands of the wind
Open the way to feeling
Throbbing the spirit of my people

Rebirth to the movement
Of our original race
Because the grandparents are back
Awakening the carnival
The drums are felt
It's the root of America
The condor flies in the mountains
Announcing the carnival

Echoes of voices of a flag
Saying goodbye to borders
With multicolored flashes
Opening the way to hope

Rebirth to the movement
Of our original race
Because the grandparents are back
Awakening the carnival
The drums are felt
It's the root of America
The condor flies in the mountains
Announcing the carnival
Of America, the carnival of America