Raza

I am from the race
Of the sad history
Pages of glory
Burn my pain

I am from the race
With a bad memory
I'd rather forget
Than hold a grudge

I am from the race
Dark matte skin
In moonless nights
And sunless days

I am from the race
From over there in the shadows
Where the guiding God
Also created us

I am from the race
Of fierce Africa
The one from Cartagena
The one from New York

I am from the islands
I am from the whole world
I am from the lost
Race of Chocó

I am from the race
Different on the outside
But the same inside
I am to my pattern

And whoever doesn't understand
That's just how I am
Puts me in the corner
Of incomprehension

And only wants to humiliate me
And sees me as an enemy
And I'm only his friend
When he wants fun

For him to play the trumpet
For him to sing beautifully
Because he knows that the stick
Of flavor is mine

For him to throw the net
For him to lay the bricks
And put in his pockets
The fruit of my sweat

For me to climb the coconut tree
To eat rice with coconut
Or for me to go crazy
Stuck in a tunnel

And only wants to humiliate me
And sees me as an enemy
And I'm only his friend
When he wants fun

For him to play the trumpet
For him to sing beautifully
Because he knows that the stick
Of flavor is mine

For him to throw the net
For him to lay the bricks
And put in his pockets
The fruit of my sweat

For me to climb the coconut tree
To eat rice with coconut
Or for me to go crazy
Stuck in a tunnel