Raza de Mil Colores

Those are the echoes of my land
The sound of my drum
Those are the echoes of my land
The sound of my drum
What runs through my veins
And comes from the heart
What runs through my veins
And comes from the heart

We are wood from the same fire
And the voice of the same song
We are wood from the same fire
And the voice of the same song

Oh damn my roots
How proud I can be
Oh damn my race
How proud I can be

That from the White I have the soul
And from the Black the flavors
And from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
That from the White I have the soul
And from the Black the flavors
And from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors

What more can I ask of heaven
If it has given me its blessing
What more can I ask of heaven
If it has given me its blessing
My flag, my own language
And my shield is this song
My flag, my own language
And my shield is this song

That from the White I have the soul
And from the Black the flavors
And from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
That from the White I have the soul
And from the Black the flavors
And from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors

I am a race of a thousand colors

I carry in my blood the heart is
And the joy of my pains
I carry in my blood the heart is
And the joy of my pains