Hijos del Sur

I want to shout I am Latin!
Bleeding in a thousand wars
I break chains of oppression
A new man you have today
Listen to me, Latin America

We were born children of the sun
Sprouting on our land
We are fruit that groans

It's the truth, I am Latin!
More than shouting it, it fills me
If an ignorant inquisition
Was the conquest in its mission
Decadence was foreign

I never ignore the value
Of feeling and being... Free!
Free!
Free!
Feeling and being... Free!
Feeling and being... Free!
Feeling and being... Free!

I want to shout I am Latin!
Truth that runs through my veins
That which lives with honor
Being the pillar of empires I go
Not resigned to misery

How to forget how much value
The condor possesses as it flies
That which still survives

If this past weighs
Like a cruel sentence
Sons of the Popol-Vuh
A blue time is approaching

How to ignore
How much value
Life possesses
Fight and shout

Latin!
Latin!
Latin American!

How to ignore
How much value
Life possesses
To leave it tied never

Latin!
Latin!
Latin American!

How to ignore
How much value
Life possesses
To leave it tied never

And more than anything I am
And more than anything I am
Latin!