I come in search of answers
With my hands full and my veins wide open
I come like an open book
Eager to learn the untold history of our ancestors
With the wind that the grandparents left and that lives in every thought
Of this beloved land, land
Whoever knows how to care for it is the one that truly loves it
I come to look again, to figure it out and wake the blind eye
We decolonize what they taught us
With our black hair, with marked cheekbones
With the pride that fled tattooed on the soul
I come with the gaze, I come with the word
That spoken word, I come without fear that I'll lose anything
I come like the child that searches for his dwelling
The entrance to the origin, the return of his crusade
I come to look for the silenced history
The history of a parched land
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 human feeling to live this world
Where the new man looks for the counterpoint
I come like you in search of the trace of the piece of the tree
And of its bark that keeps in its memory that song of victory
When we saw from the earth we cried against the euphoria
We already saw our arms so dazzled
If we curl up at the origin of time, at the source, the universe
Where lies the feeling of living this beginning
With the 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 its song
I come to build a dream
The shine of life that lives in the new man
I come looking for an ideal
Of a classless world that can rise up
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 my hands full and my veins wide open, I come
I come looking for an ideal
From a classless world that can rise up, I come
With our black hair, with marked cheekbones
With the pride that fled tattooed on the soul