You tell us that we must sit down
But ideas can only lift us up
Walk, travel, not give up nor go back
Come and learn how straw absorbs
Nobody over everyone, if any are missing we all add up
Everything is for everyone, everyone is for us
We dream big, that the empire may fall
We shout it loud, there's no other remedy
This isn't utopia, it's joyful rebellion of dance
Of those who are surplus, of the dance that exists today
Rise up to say that's enough
Neither Africa nor Latin America is up for auction
A barrio with helmets and a pencil to stomp on the fiasco
To spark an earthquake in this puddle
All the silent, all the subdued, all the invisible
Nigeria, Bolivia, Chile, Guatemala, Puerto Rico and Tunisia
Algeria, Venezuela, Guatemala, Nicaragua, Mozambique, and Costa Rica
Cameroon, Congo, Somalia, Mexico, Dominican Republic, Tanzania
Yankees out of Latin America, French, English and Dutch
I want you free, Palestine
All the silent, all the subdued, all the invisible
Plunder, trampling, colonization, a thousand times we'll win
From the sky to the ground and from the ground to the sky we go, za za za
White song go back to your people
We don't fear you, we have life and fire
Fire in our hands, fire in our eyes
We have so much life and this red-colored strength
Little girl María doesn't want your punishment
She'll free herself with the Palestinian soil
We are Africans, Latin Americans
We are this South and we join our hands
All the silent, all the subdued, all the invisible