Orgullo Moreno

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc

In a simple phrase
I'll explain to you how my people are
If you mistreat a brother
The serpent will devour you

Feathered, diving, deranged
The royal eagle
Will tear off the head
Of those who harm its nopal

We are a captive army
Waiting for the signal
To devour the enemy

Huitzilopochtli
Tell me if it's a rival or friend
From the Mexica army
Your warriors are still alive

I'm a monster with a pen
My rhymes poisoned
Today they call me Quetzalcóatl
I am the feathered serpent

Master of the storm
And the tempo is clear
A true flood
In the instrumental I am Tlaloc

Accurate in my aim
Ilhuicamina
The sky archer
But with rhymes

Culture of my land
That never ends
With eagles and stars
Flying from Anahuac

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc

Here
I swear there are no two
If I'm going to believe in someone
It will only be in my God

I entrust myself to my mother
Who watches over and protects me among the mountains
Love of Tonantzin Tlalli
Love of my mother earth

The one who never fails
The one of Maya blood
The one who leaves traces
The one they seek but don't find

The one who stands tall
The one who triumphs and stays silent
The one they copy and imitate
I am the Maya calendar

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc

I
Am
A warrior
Of brown pride

My gods are real
Tlacotzontli is the one who watches over
My paths
And trails

My land paints landscapes
Of pure nature
It's a work of love
Where the artist

Expresses
Looks and appreciates
The art of Xōchipilli
Goddess of beauty

War and art
Have close encounters
Nezahualcoyotl
King with inks of gods

Warrior, poet
And very few know him
Today I remind you
The mockingbird and four hundred voices

Warriors and legends
That history sometimes silences
Gods of a yesterday
A today and a tomorrow

I entrust myself to Cuahutémoc
And Pachita is the one who heals me
In my blood the Mexican culture
Continues to live

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc

Let the world know
That I am of brown pride
Wherever I go
I don't forget where I come from

I carry the blood of an Indian
Versatile
On fire like a torch
At the feet of Cuahutémoc