Times of colonization
Submission and fusion
Of independence and death
They are drawn on your skin
Woman of GuanahanÃÂ
Rewarding destiny
You have the body of a dream
Of the history that
Sleeps in your womb
Daughter of that sea
Of slavery
Of a conqueror< br/>Of a tall Indian and of time
You are an invention of the sea
That does not let you think
That kills with a look
If the past is uncertain in
br/>Your story
You can't cover the sun with a finger
Princess of copper, seaweed and heart
From GuanahanÃÂ comes my proclamation
And it says< br/>Black, black, virgin race
GuanhanÃÂ
Dance your body and sway
Oh, for me