LYRICS GAME

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

Without fear, you and I

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, bro

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

I come with red blood

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

I come