Canto guajiro

On a distant island
of palm trees, wind, and suns
they sang joyful tunes,
treated her like a sister.

Go on, country boy, sing,
sing your true tune.
Go on, country brother,
you'll have to be the first.

On a distant island
they coveted its palm,
and freedom was talked about
but then the calm ended.

The good neighbor showed
his true face
the palm tree dried up
and the coconut tree became distressed.

The word freedom
they ran to the seas
and it became as bitter
as the taste of salts.

Then she was left so alone
with her wounded heart
and they talked about the brothers
as if they were bandits.