Mujer de Guanahani

Times of colonization, subjugation
And fusion, of independences and death
Are drawn on your skin woman from Guanahani
Rewarding destiny
It's that you have the body of a dream
Of the history that sleeps in your womb
Daughter of this sea, of the slavery of a conqueror
Of a Taíno Indian and of time
You are an invention of the sea that doesn't let you think
That kills with a glance (let's go)
If the past is uncertain in your story
You can't cover the sun with a finger
Copper princess
Algae and heart of Guanahani my song arrives
And says
Black, black, virgin race
Guanahani dances your body and sways, oh, for me
Black, black, virgin race
Guanahani dances your body and sways, oh, for me

How does Cuco say?
The history sleeps in your womb woman from Guanahani
And I celebrate the fortune of seeing you and knowing
That you move your waist so much
To the beat of my rumba
Astonishing culture and giving a taste to the sun

Fresh fruit and spring
Noble lady
Mountain flower
Brown skin
Alone cinnamon

Fresh fruit and spring
Noble lady
Mountain flower
Brown skin
Alone cinnamon

Princess Guanahani

Fresh fruit and spring
Noble lady

Listen to my song, hear it!

Mountain flower
Brown skin
Alone cinnamon

And it's for you

Giovany speaks

Fresh fruit and spring
Mountain flower
Brown skin

Fresh fruit and spring
Noble lady
Mountain flower
Brown skin
Alone cinnamon

You are a divine whim
Noble lady
The path of some road
That begins when it ends