Vengo

I come in search of answers
With a handful and veins open
I come like an open book
Eager to learn the untold story of our ancestors
With the wind left by the grandparents living in every thought
Of this beloved land, land
Who knows how to care for it is the one who truly loves it
I come to look again to deduce and awaken the blind eye
Without fear, you and I
Let's decolonize what they taught us
With our black hair, with marked cheekbones
With pride tattooed in the soul
I come with the look, I come with the word
That spoken word, I come without fear of losing anything

I come like the child looking for his home
The entrance to the origin, the return of his crusade
I come to seek the silenced history
The history of a plundered land

I come with the world and I come with the birds
I come with the flowers and the trees their songs
I come with the sky and its constellations
I come with the world and all its seasons
Grateful to the starting point
I come with the wood, the mountain, and life
I come with the air, the water, the earth, and the fire
I come to look at the world anew

I come with my ideas as a shield
With the human feeling to live in this world
Where the new man seeks the counterpoint
I come, hand
I come like you in search of the trace of the tree's piece
And its bark that keeps in its memory the victory song
When we saw from the earth we cried against the euphoria
We saw our arms so dazzled
If we snuggle up to the origin of times to the source the universe
Where lies the feeling of living this beginning

I come with the red blood
With lungs full of rhymes in my mouth
With slanted eyes, with earth in my hands
We come with the world and we come with its song
I come to build a dream
The brightness of life that dwells in the new man
I come seeking an ideal
Of a classless world that can rise

I come with the world and I come with the birds
I come with the flowers and the trees their songs
I come with the sky and its constellations
I come with the world and all its seasons
Grateful to the starting point
I come with the wood, the mountain, and life
I come with the air, the water, the earth, and the fire
I come to look at the world anew
I come, I come to look at the world anew
I come in search of answers
With a handful and veins open, I come
I come seeking an ideal
Of a classless world that can rise, I come
With our black hair, with marked cheekbones
With pride tattooed in the soul
I come