Tiempo de Libertad

A song that grows, song of the south
Illuminates the bark of my region
And my town awaits it, heard throughout America
The drum is already playing

Listen to the brotherly song that tastes like honey
Caresses my homeland, faithful mestizo
And if the cry is felt, the seeds will sprout
In your heart

Sing, don't let it die
For spring is already shining on the map
America sings
The song of a time of freedom

Our song is crossing the skies
A liberated bird seeking love
And it will find the hand of the marginalized Indian
And the laborer

In the mother's cry you will find it
In the eyes of the child looking for bread
In the miner's blood and in the worker's prayer
For justice and peace

Sing, don't let it die
For spring is already shining on the map
America sings
The song of a time of freedom
The song of a time of freedom
The song of a time