La Patria Es El Hombre

Why do they ask me to sing?
if they have cut into tiny pieces
all the blue of my sky
they have fallen 'toiticas'
my stars on the ground

To my 'little cross' of May
I put its little flower
so that it takes away this crying
that singing does not remove

Come on boy running
step on it
Come on boy running
step on it

so they don't step on your heart
so they don't step on your heart
so they don't step on your heart
so they don't step on your heart

The sadness of my people
will be turned into strength
so that it no longer remains sick
of conformism in the soul

Come on boy running
step on it
Come on boy running
step on it
the Homeland is the man, boy,
the Homeland is the man, boy
the Homeland is the man they don't step on,
the Homeland is the man

And Miguel de La Cruz was touched
by the old complaints of his lament
and love became painful for him
like the first childbirth
of his black woman
the Homeland is the man, boy,
the Homeland is the man, boy
the Homeland is the man, boy,
the Homeland is the man, boy

It's been 400 years
since my Homeland is pregnant
who will help her give birth?
so she becomes beautiful
that for the Homeland boy
that for the Homeland boy
that for the Homeland boy
that for the Homeland boy
so they don't step on your heart
so they don't step on your heart

In the jungle the tiger rules,
the shark in the sea
and the commissioner on the coast
commands more than a general

To my little cross of May
with the color of butterflies
may the men of my Homeland
be worth more than 'all' things

To my little cross of May
I put its little flower
so that it takes away this crying
that singing does not remove

To my little cross of May
with the color of butterflies
may the men of my Homeland
be worth more than 'all' things

the Homeland is the man, boy,
the Homeland is the man, boy
the Homeland is the man, boy,
the Homeland is the man, boy