Yo Naci En Este Pais

I Was Born In This Country

I was born in this country,
That tastes like sugar cane and cotton,
That lights up long before
The sun rises.

I was born in this country,
Of poor children with starch,
Muddied with the same ones
Who took everything away.

A country full of history,
Of men and women of concrete;
Full of courage and tenderness,
Full of passion.

I was born in this country that goes
With joys and pain,
With beautiful people
And scoundrels who steal our dreams;

That is not afraid of the future,
That does not let itself be defeated,
That does not ask me for a visa
And to which I always want to return.

I was born in this country,
That sometimes pushes me back,
Sometimes I resign myself,
Sometimes I want to escape.

But I was born here,
Here I learned to walk,
Here I met you,
Here I fell in love with you.

This country full of history,
Of men and women of concrete;
Full of courage and tenderness...
Full of passion.

I was born in this country that goes
With joys and pain,
With beautiful people
And scoundrels who steal our dreams;

That is not afraid of the future,
That does not let itself be defeated,
That does not ask me for a visa
And to which I always want to return.