Voz da América

The condor passes over the Andes
And opens its wings over us
In the fury of big cities
I want to raise my voice
Sing, like someone using their hands
To make bread
To harvest some corn
Like someone saying in their heart:
My dear, don't think of peace
That leaves the old soul

To try the exact and new song
That the life they gave us teaches us
To be sung by the people
In Latin America

I want my voice
To come out on the radio, through the loudspeaker
So Inês can hear me, quietly alone
In a boarding room, kissing a student
Who comes from working hard
Listen and quickly learn to use all that pain
Who had to leave for a distant country
Don't despair of the dawn, regain good humor
Oh! Loneliness that hurts inside the car
People from a distant neighborhood
Where is my love?
Girl, whisper: 'I'm in love'
And dance with faces close, without any shame

And at night, when in my bed
I lay my head
I want from the one who loves me
An embrace that I deserve
A kiss: The good of the peaceful body
That makes everything happen
And the love that brings the light of day
And lets the sun appear
Over America
Over America, over South America