Al Pueblo Lo Que Es de César
Ali Primera
To the People What Belongs to Caesar
He was so thin
Like the whistle of the wind
That pushes the sailboat
Where we sail
Towards our own discovery
To the people what belongs to Caesar
Light, song, struggle, and time
He was so thin
But he carried the strength of a wheat field inside
And his human explosion
Shattered despair
And he was a fast-flying bird
That flew filling the wind with colors
And with the butterflies and the fish
And all the flowers of my town
He formed a color for men
And then continued his flight
Like the mountain drizzle
That crosses its sword
With the Sun's rays
To the people what belongs to Caesar
Honeysuckle and frailejón
The Motherland
Of so much waiting
Now has a great-grandmother's step
And with affection, Caesar gave her
Bread and warm milk with mint
Stroke and word cry for his journey
Towards the origin of Amalivaca
I say he only changed
The landscape
And to feel him alive
I carry a bit of his life
Inside my guitar
To the people what belongs to Caesar
Deep mark on this land
To the people
