Viva La Libertad

I am the fields of Cuba
I am old San Juan
I’m divi-divi in Aruba
And in San José, a volcano
I’m Lake Atitlán

I’m liqui-liqui in the plains
I play the quena in Peru
Colombian vallenato
The child of Babalú

From the black and the Indian I have
The rhythm and the will
From everywhere I come
To ask for freedom

(Chorus) Those who don’t have it, don’t have shit

I’m merengue in Quisqueya
And in my Cuba, I’m a son
And there’s no mountain more beautiful
Than Cerro del Ancón
And the Pan de Guajaibón

I’m tango in Argentina
And in Venezuela, the drum
I practice the doctrine of peace and love
Of peace and love

I’m Latin American
And despite the adversity
We all shake hands
To ask for freedom
Chorus:
Those who don’t have it, don’t have shit

Chorus 2: I dream of my people, my folks,
My land, with my song
(Free, free)
So the people can choose their leaders
(Free, free)
So there’s peace, social justice,
and we can move forward
(Free, free)
So the people can say what they think
Without fear of repression
(Free, free)
To freely practice our beliefs,
our religion
(Free, free)

Chorus 3:
Long live freedom