Los Hijos Del Sol

We are the ones who love the flower
The simplest ones who for love
Are asking for bread
To reign on the worker's table

We are the sons of the Sun
From the ancient bowl of an old pain
Those who go through America
Erasing borders with this clamor

Song, we are a song
That walks in the wind wanting to fly
Land of never again
We no longer want to step back

We are the Indians of today
Those who could never be killed
And those who still dare
To defend their right to dream

We are the life that continues
The life that returns from eternity
The inhabitants of a dream that never ends
And we are the last and the first
Defeating the forgetfulness that will not pass

We are the sons of the sun
The heirs of freedom