The Gondwana arrived in Miami for a week
The guitar thundering and the bass calling
Who complains and close the window
Let them close the little door that smells of marijuana in the neighborhood
A lot of lazy people, a lot of slaves sitting lying down
What does it matter, everywhere, a call
Bachaco on the other side, hardworking Latinos
There are more of us who sing.
We are crossing borders, We have no flags
We continue our journey that is our way, light
Turning in our sphere, traveling the skies today
We eliminate the barriers
Navigating the globe against winds and tide
If it can be achieved despite the storm
Some want to divide, we unify, the world
The goal is very clear, the work is profound
Touching the sky is not achieved in a second
He who does not risk does not win
Without beginning there is no end
We are crossing borders, we have no flags
We continue our journey that is our way, light
Turning in our sphere, roaming the skies today
If my skin had no color
Cause my heart was a cover
Would you notice that music is my armor
Then I wouldn't be Jamaican
You wouldnât be an Asian
Wouldâa know seh me never wah harm ya
Rhythm fi di nation
Music our creation
What a sweet sensation
Reggae our vacation
Oooooo, what a sweet vibration
Bachaco and Gandwana make a wicked innovation
Gondwana came and right from Chile
Bachaco comes from Miami
Saltando go , jump in the air
I could tell you this over and over again