Raíces
Kala Marka
Roots
Kantutita lend me your colors
To paint the joy of this world
Day after day under the coca fields
I feel a voice calling me
Grandpa if you know
What is that voice?
That voice that calls you is mother Africa
Roots that I carry in my blood
Roots that I carry in my blood
Roots that this rhythm carries
Roots that this rhythm carries
Roots that the world also carries
Roots that the world also carries
From my beloved Yungas today I sing to you
To the sound of echoes and bass drums
I keep dancing
With the sweat of my body
I'm watering
The sacred fertile land
From the Aymaras
I want to paint joy
From this world
Lend me your colors
Kantutita
Roots that I carry in my blood
Roots that I carry in my blood
Roots that this rhythm carries
Roots that this rhythm carries
Roots that the world also carries
Roots that the world also carries
