El Destino de Mi Pueblo
Los Kjarkas
The Fate of My People
In its days, it had a Spanish yoke
That condemned it to suffer forever
Why, why did fate want
To put every form of oppression in its path?
Why, why did fate want
To put every form of oppression in its path?
If in fifteen years of a cruel struggle
Independence was seen to flourish
Why did life turn against you?
You were left with no way out, no sea or port afterwards
Why did life turn against you?
You were left with no way out, no sea or port afterwards
It was the victim of its sisters
In a thousand battles, it bled its skin
If today you live in your mountains
I swear that tomorrow, my shout will break the sea
If today you live in your mountains
I swear that tomorrow, my shout will break the sea
One hundred thousand voices
One hundred thousand faces together, thirsty for hope
Yet, a captive people
Imprisoned by its mountains, its fate
Why did life turn against you
To then be left with no way out
No sea or port afterwards
Yet... Yet faith is not lost
If we give our lives
In the fight for its honor
Yet today faith is not lost
If we give our lives in the fight for its honor
Yet today faith is not lost
If we give our lives in the fight for its honor
