Negra Mi Alma, Negro Mi Corazón

Sad or very lonely,
eslave and fugitive,
you showed your fist
to the sky and freedom.
The chains couldn't be silenced,
and all over the world your cry was heard.
The wounds of your soul couldn't
extinguish your joy nor your tears.
I see you dance to the beat of the drum,
my white skin is dyed by you.
Your cheerful rhythm infected me,
and a sad blues made my skin bristle,
and now:
Black is my soul, black my heart...

They can no longer stop your strength,
the sky is black before it rains
the heavy rain that washes the skins,
less the souls, less the souls
you see!

I see you dance to the beat of the drum,
my white skin is dyed by you.
Your cheerful rhythm infected me,
and a sad blues made my skin bristle,
and now:
Black is my soul, black my heart...