El Payandé

I was born on the beaches of Magdalena
Under the shadows of a payandé,
Like my mother was a black slave
I also carry the mark.

Oh! Cursed luck to wear chains,
And be the slave, and be the slave of a vile lord.
Oh! Cursed luck to wear chains
And be the slave, and be the slave of a vile lord.

When in the shadows of a palm tree,
I seek to hide from the harsh sun,
Fierce whips cross my back,
And remind me that I am a slave.

Oh! Cursed luck to wear chains
And be the slave, and be the slave of a vile lord.
Oh! Cursed luck to wear chains
And be the slave, and be the slave of a vile lord.

If I knew how to wield my spear,
To avenge angrily, my lord,
I would gladly watch his hunting lodge burn
And tear out his heart.

Oh! Cursed luck to wear chains,
And be the slave, and be the slave of a vile lord.
Oh! Cursed luck to wear chains
And be the slave, and be the slave of a vile lord.