En Mi Pais

In my country, of guamil and burning sun
You can see the history in the faces of the people
Beautiful land, flight of a wounded seagull
You have the light that spreads life
You are the seed and the strength in the plow
You have the soul in the hustle of the market

Let the guitar and marimba sound
The maracas with the accordion
Let the flute and the caramba sound
Let the drum and the conch sound

In my country, the rumor of the sea, jungle, and ravine
There is the taste of orange and guava
There is the color of the flower that never fades
There is the smell of coffee in the evening
And here is Africa in song, life, and drums
Black legend, cayuco full of flowers

Let the guitar and marimba sound
The maracas with the accordion
Let the flute and the caramba sound
Let the drum and the conch sound

To love you, my heart is not enough
But this light multiplies hope
That the jungle does not fight the fire alone
And that the thorn turns into brassavola

Let the guitar and marimba sound
The maracas with the accordion
Let the flute and the caramba sound
Let the drum and the conch sound

Let the guitar and marimba sound
The maracas with the accordion
Let the flute and the caramba sound
Let the drum and the conch sound
In my country