Cabron

Hey, bastard, where are you from?
You're different, that's why we kill you
Hey, bastard, where are you from?
We are different!

War, the one that kills a thousand times
Hunger, the one that kills slowly
Luck, the one that guides my steps

It was the blood of Simón Bolívar
It was the war, it was the lie
On the radio, no matter what they say
There is misery and it comes from above

It's that this land was born blessed
It has water and all climates
We will follow Simón Bolívar
We will unite Latin America!
Land of prosperity, rise up and walk!!