Under the western sky
Down flows the crystal river
And breaking through the current
Because it witnesses the life that runs out
It recalls the way to its hut
From the valley up to the hills
You're always there when I sigh
I won't let your will wither
Where the mangrove kisses the fierce sea
With your love, the spring
Was growing up in this land
Of people that love you with their soul
That don't lose hope
Of getting to know you again
And even though we were children of war
We learned little by little
That peace is born again
In my little boat I go rowing
With my hammock and my basket
If there's a fish run, I get up
For my people I play the cununo
I play the marimba and savor