My voice can fly, it can cross
Any wound, any time, any loneliness
Without being able to control it
It takes the form of a song, that's my voice
And it will fly, without me wanting
Through the most distant paths
For the dreams that I dreamed
It will be a reflection of the love of what I had to live
It will be the background music of how much I felt
It has the key to any generation
In the soul of my people, in the leather of the drum
In the hands of the conga, in the feet of the dancer
I will live, I will be there
While a comparsa with my rumba passes I will sing
I will always be what I was, with my sugar for you
And now I remember again, that time in the past
When I left looking for the sky of freedom
How many friends I left behind and how many tears I cried
I will live, to find them again
And I'll continue with my song
Dancing hot music like I dance
And when a guaracha sounds
And when a huahuancó sounds
In the blood of my people, I will be in their body
It has the key to any generation
In the soul of my people, in the leather of the drum
In the hands of the conga, in the feet of the dancer
I will live, I will be there
While a comparsa with my rumba passes I will sing
I will always be what I was, with my sugar for you
It has the key to any generation
In the soul of my people, in the leather of the drum
In the hands of the conga, in the feet of the dancer
I will live, I will be there
While a comparsa with my rumba passes I will sing
I will always be what I was, with my sugar for you
In this life, what I am doing
I'm surviving, I'm surviving
So that people keep listening to me
I thank God for this gift
He gave me the voice and I have gladly given it to you
For you my people I'll always sing
I'll give you my sugar and I'll survive
I will live, I will live, I will live and I will survive