Las Caras Lindas

The beautiful faces of my black people
Are a parade of blooming molasses
That when they pass in front of me, my heart rejoices
For their blackness, all the heart

The beautiful faces of my dark race
Are full of tears, sorrow, and pain
They are the truths that life challenges
But carry much love within

We are the molasses that laughs
The molasses that cries,
We are the molasses that loves
And in every kiss, it's moving

That's why I proudly live for their colorful
We are kind polish, of clear poetry
They have their rhythm, they have melody
The beautiful faces of my black people

The beautiful faces, the beautiful faces
The beautiful faces of my black people

How beautiful, but, but look, how beautiful they are

They have, they have, they have, they have tears
A lot of melody, I tell you, they have beauty
And they also have poetry of the very pretty

Beautiful faces of black people,
That in the calm I have a lot
The beautiful faces of my black people, are a blast

We are, I tell you, the molasses that laughs,
That sings and cries and in every kiss
Very moving and captivating

I tell you that in Portobelo, Panama
I saw the most beautiful and pure face
And that's why my heart,
Rejoices for their blackness
That's truly beautiful!

How beautiful, how beautiful they are
Pure blackness
How beautiful, how beautiful they are

Listen to me, but how pretty they are, beautiful they are,
Cute they are, pretty they are, beautiful they are
Beautiful like you will see, that's how they are

Beautiful like those I said are a blast
A rich blast, with your heart, rich with melon

How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful
How cute they are, pretty they are, very pretty
Cute they are, how beautiful, beautiful faces,
Beautiful, they are beautiful, take me!
Beautiful they are, they are beautiful

But how beautiful they are, but how beautiful they are,
Beautiful they are, they are beautiful

Many beautiful faces,
But how beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful they are

Roco toco tin but how beautiful
How beautiful they are,
The beautiful faces of my black people, are a lot

Parade of blackness,
Of the pure that comes from down there
The beautiful faces of my black people are a blast.

Molasses that laughs, molasses that laughs,
Oh, that sings and cries,
And in every kiss, very moving

But how beautiful!