Soy Sabalero - Los Palmeras

There's no need to tell them that I am of a certain race
Through my skin escapes the soul of Sabalero
Blood and mourning is the color of my flag
And the black people, I carry them here in my soul

The black is a feeling that is truly carried
And that beats to the rhythm of the heart
If I were to go to hell for being black and nothing else
I will die with a black heart

Sabalero, Sabalero, the fault of this Sabalero town
Sabalero, Sabalero, let everyone shout 'go black!'

Ah eh eh ah I am Sabalero
Ah eh eh ah Sabalero, Sabalero
Ah eh eh ah I am Sabalero
Ah eh eh ah Sabalero, Sabalero

I was born on the red and black shores
I understand myself with the Sabalero people
I am a friend of the homeless and the teacher
With the thief and the thug, I find myself

And in my house, poverty and the lord mingle
With the priest, the Jew, and the pastor
Even if I were to win heaven by changing my color
I will die with a black heart

Sabalero, Sabalero, the fault of this Sabalero town
Sabalero, Sabalero, let everyone shout 'go black!'

Ah eh eh ah I am Sabalero
Ah eh eh ah Sabalero, Sabalero
Ah eh eh ah I am Sabalero
Ah eh eh ah Sabalero, Sabalero

Ah eh eh ah I am Sabalero
Ah eh eh ah Sabalero, Sabalero