Con La Musica Mi Alma Vuela

Listen, they killed Andy hard in the street less than a candy
If you want a change, change yourself as Gandhi said
I want to write the notebook like the beautiful Violeta did
She wasn't taken care of in Chile, now recognized worldwide

Proud daughter, proud granddaughter
Proud all Chileans for such a great poet
Painter, singer-songwriter, teacher, many facets
She gave us a great lesson, Chilean artist is respected

And no matter what, you have to fight
Because much here is being taken by the tide
Always believe in God even if you don't see Him
Don't remember Him only when things get ugly

Be grateful for what you have
Personal ambition is something that is carried
When I grow up, I thank
I strengthen, it's not raining but dripping

The balance tilts but always towards hope
The sea surrounds us and it's not enough but there's no faltering, there's trust
The task is achieved and progress is made when rapping, there's teaching
But I have an idea and with that idea I'm going to fight to change the circumstance

What would it have been without the advice of my grandmother
Or the great example that Nelson Mandela gave us
He's teaching us, instilling in school
That you have to give, you have to give until it hurts

What would it have been without the advice of my grandmother
Or the great example that Nelson Mandela gave us
He's teaching us, instilling in school
That you have to give, you have to give until it hurts, until it hurts

I wish you would recognize that you overcome, that you break barriers like Mandela did
He left the bar high, Victor Jara, little Chilean, go and light a candle for him
Like Pepe Mujica, preaches and practices balancing the scales
Like Francisco against the injustices of religion he rebels

And how not to mention and highlight the poet Gabriela
The only time I concentrated was singing the round of San Miguel back in school
The boy went out to the street, told stories and found a good clientele
The mother stays awake and who consoles her, because there will be many consequences

Those who are not here are forgotten
Patricio Manns, your lyrics have content
Like Victor Frankl in search of a meaning
I have a plan, I'm going to fight for my goal

They come, they go but it's still followed
With my clan, I have strengthened
And they will join when they hear my sound
And they will sing when they hear my sound

Much culture before the dictatorship
Don't doubt it, Pablo Neruda was there
With my beautiful writing, I already have my armor
And I go for sure, and I go for sure

What would it have been without the advice of my grandmother
Or the great example that Nelson Mandela gave us
He's teaching us, instilling in school
That you have to give, you have to give until it hurts

What would it have been without the advice of my grandmother
Or the great example that Nelson Mandela gave us
He's teaching us, instilling in school
That you have to give, you have to give until it hurts, until it hurts