Latino America

We are children of
Intense blood
Each kind a color
An origin, a way
All of them tô get together
All of them tô blend in with us

Bastards sons of a rape
Sacred and paternal
Hate, love and violence
In carnal conjunction

Blood of the kingdom
Blood of the earth
From europe in war tô the slavery
Blood of the command and the revolution
And they face each other in the end
And they face us in the end

Lyricism and poetry in struggle
For freedom
Irreverence and indiscipline
In service of the oppression

We are latins
Americans

We grew up with
Strange ideals
Each idea a contradiction
Hope and decepcion
All of them transforming us
All of them moving away from us

Naive orphans
Of a civilizational process
The vagabond that lay down
With the good and the evil

In the side of the apathy
Rebellions danced
The day-by-day taking us away
Our past being divided in three
In the end we face ourselves
In the end we dodge from ourselves

We call joy
The fear tô stand up
And in the suffrage we choose
Who will abandon us

We are latin
Americans

We call joy
The fear tô stand up
And in the suffrage we choose
Who will abandon us

We are latin
Americans
We are latin
Americans