Donde Duerme el Chamán (part. Los Chikos Maiz)

You can hear the cry of Latin America
You can hear the shout
Latin America screams, screams, like witnesses of the future
They jump from the mines, we’ll hit them hard
Those presidents of the dependent
Enslaving for the benefit of the West
You are the example of sweat and blood
And of the small, achievable dreams

From the land of fire to Ciudad Juárez
An eagle flies and watches over fields and cities
What do your ideals say, tell me?
Lupita of the dead, don’t help the criminals
Punish Europe that has stolen your seed
From the North that funds the hunger in your family
Alert alert alert, it’s coming

The sword of Bolívar for Latin America
The history is yours and you are the hope
Of our struggle, the shield and the spear
In the mountains where the shaman sleeps
You can hear the cry of Latin America
They say a beast is crying
You can hear the cry of Latin America
In the mountains where the shaman sleeps
You can hear the cry of Latin America
They say a beast is crying

You can hear the shout
Latin America finally starts to walk
Independent from the Western empire and without
Being a slave to the World Bank and IMF
Following the legacy of Bolívar and Martí
A dignified people is a free people
And if this one is oppressed, you’ll hear the sound of swords
Because a fearless people is the most fearsome
Because principles are not negotiable

And they will attack with hunger
And they will attack with thirst
Whoever learns from their history doesn’t repeat, you see?
They’ve already managed to break their chains
They reclaimed their lands and cleared their pains
We need more Zapatas, more Camilos
More Guevaras, more workers, more peasants
With our heads and fists held high we want
Long live Latin America!
We will live and we will win
In the mountains where the shaman sleeps

You can hear the cry of Latin America
They say a beast is crying
You can hear the cry of Latin America
In the mountains where the shaman sleeps
You can hear the cry of Latin America
They say a beast is crying
You can hear the shout
You can hear the cry of Latin America