I come in search of answers
with a full bunch and open veins,
I come like an open book
eager to learn the untold story of our ancestors
with the wind they left grandparents and who lives in every thought
of this beloved land, land
whoever knows how to take care of it is the one who truly loves it.
I come to look again to deduce it and awaken the blind eye,
without fear, you and I
let's decolonize what they taught us
with our black hair, with marked cheekbones ,
with pride tattooed on his soul.
I come with the look, I come with the word,
that spoken word, I come without fear of not losing anything.
I come like the child who seeks his abode
the entrance to the origin, the return of his crusade.
I come to look for the silenced history,
the history of a droughted land.
*CHORUS: I come with the world and I come with the birds,
I come with the flowers and the trees their songs.
I come with the sky and its constellations,
I come with the world and all its seasons.
I come grateful to the starting point,
I come with the wood, the mountain and life,
I come with the air, the water, the earth and the fire.
I come to look at the world again.
I come with my ideas as a shield,
with the human feeling to live this world
where the new man seeks the counterpoint,
I come, hand,
I come Like you in search of the trace of the piece of the tree
and its bark that keeps in its memory that song of victory,
when we saw the earth we cried against the euphoria.
We already saw our arms so dazzled,
if we huddled at the origin of time at the source of the universe,
where lies the feeling of living this beginning.
I come with red blood
with lungs full of rhymes in my mouth,
with slanted eyes, with the earth in my hands,
we come with the world and we come with his song.
I come to build a dream,
the brilliance of the life that inhabits the new man,
I come looking for an ideal
of a world without class that can be raised.
*CHORUS: I come with the world and I come with the birds,
I come with the flowers and the trees their songs.
I come with the sky and its constellations,
I come with the world and all its seasons.
I come grateful to the starting point,
I come with the wood, the mountain and life,
I come with the air, the water, the earth and the fire.
I come to look at the world again.
I come, I come to look at the world again.
I come in search of answers
with a full bunch and open veins, I come...
I come looking for an ideal
of a world without class that can rise, I come. ..
with our black hair, with marked cheekbones,
with pride tattooed in our soul,
I COME.

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