Canción Final

I lack the comprehension
to explain the grand
moment so fortunate
that enters through my reason.
My heart is overwhelmed
in this modern century
I see the horns loosening,
the bulls left without horns
and the people saying enough
for the poor to hell.

America here present
with its brothers of class
let the great party begin
of burning hearts.
Let the continents embrace
for this summit moment
may a loss
of tears of joy arise.
Dance and sing with rivalry
let the sorrows end.

Let's enter the column
human of this parade.
Thousands and thousands of thousands
of voices fused into one.
From all sides the cheers,
here everyone is brothers
and so they will be: hand in hand
as forming a chain
because the blood in the veins
will flow with superhuman love.

Everything will be in harmony
the bread with the instrument
the kiss and the thought
the sorrow with the joy
the music slides
like a mother's affection
may the airs be delighted
spreading hopes.
The people will have a change
I say it with great grace.