Somos Nicas
Luis Pastor
We are Nicaraguans
Are
We are from this unpredictable land
We are from the past of a beautiful sowing
We are the children of the storm
We are violent sea, we are pure dreams
We are a Moon in love
We are volcanic eruptions, we are utopia and youth
Are
We are corn and we are wheat from the very center of this continent
With the smell of rain and shame, we are pinolillo, we are fresh water
Are
A Moon in Love
We are volcanic eruptions, we are utopia and youth
Are
We are Atlantic and Pacific of this
Wounded homeland that is still smiling
From this Nicaraguan Nicaragua
We are calypso, we are palo e' mayo
(Mayaya the Sinki)
Are
A Moon in Love
We are volcanic eruptions, we are utopia and youth
The valleys, the rivers, the ravines responded
Among the little birds of the whole mountain: She is the most beautiful
She is the prettiest, she is Nicaragua, the Nicaragüita
The valleys, the rivers, the ravines responded
Among the little birds of the whole mountain: She is the most beautiful
She is the prettiest, she is Nicaragua, the Nicaragüita
Little dove guasiruca, come it's time, come it's time
Look out the window and you will see the dawn, and you will see the dawn
Little dove guasiruca, come it's time, come it's time
Look out the window and you will see the dawn, and you will see the dawn
And when this sun rises
Together we will both go Lolita
You would carry the oars, I would carry the love
Long live Nicaragua!
