Raíces
Kalamarka
Roots
Late afternoon lend me your colors
To paint the joy of this world
Day after day under the coconut palms
I hear a voice calling me
Grandfather if you know
What that voice is
That voice calling you is Mother Africa
Roots that I carry in my blood
Roots that carry this rhythm
Roots that the world also carries
From my dearest today I sing to you
To the fringes and fools
I keep dancing
With the sweat of my body
I'm arriving
The proud and fierce blood
Of the Aymaras
I want to paint the joy
Of this world
Lend me your colors
Cantutita
Roots that I carry in my blood
Roots that carry this rhythm
Roots that the world also carries
