Alma Morena


Bring it brings the glow
As a rumor
No stone was to be silent
Soul guayacán
Arrímale!
The coal fire arrímale
Arrímale!
Fruit to the arrímale love
racial fever
Alma morena
ancestral cry
He bit my grief
And I go out drinking
By the tremors of your flesh
By ancient springs
Of the copper arrisco your thirst.
America!
Indioamérica!
Latin America!
Woman's voice
Andean waist
serious Animal
Ladino female
thy nakedness
Flower gives me better
your skin.

Swollen to the bone spills
Stately salt your pupils
Plethoric light up the flame
Willing to answer for injuries
They forgot those who know
The root tames not flying
As you can measure wind
Mild breeze
O blood rebalsa
No more history
That is not written
Which does not fit in the manuals
Which leads to aching veins
Seals ruthless colonial
Climbing up
Foam is enlarged
Tree growing
Sniffing in his shadow
Thirsting for glare
Look for the sap
Open to the outside like a rose
Resolved memory
feel human
A hidden essences trepidar
A stupor of primordial traces
A tireless flight that animates
Aroma back
Wind
And everything returns
Because life is to start again
If logic is the staff that judges us
You return your dream
Indian Che Guevara.

Arrímale!
The coal fire arrímale
Arrímale!
Fruit to the arrímale love
racial fever
Palmar de stars
fruit rain
He left his footprints
Walk again yesterday
For your earliest roots
Where dripping morning
And tender of a new dawn
America!
Indioamérica!
Latin America!
Woman's voice
Andean waist
serious Animal
Ladino female
thy nakedness
Flower gives me better
your skin.