Canción Con Todos

I go out to walk
Through the cosmic waist of the south
I step into the region
More vegetal of the wind and light

I feel as I walk
All the skin of America on my skin
And in my blood flows a river
That releases in my voice
Its flow

Sun of high Peru
Face of Bolivia, tin and loneliness
A green Brazil kisses my Chile
Copper and mineral

I climb from the south
Towards the entrails of America and total
Pure root of a shout destined to grow
And to explode

All the voices, all
All the hands, all
All the blood can
Be a song in the wind

Sing with me, sing
American brother
Release your hope
With a shout in your voice

All the voices, all
All the hands, all
All the blood can
Be a song in the wind

Sing with me, sing
American brother
Release your hope
With a shout in your voice