Los Hijos Del Sol
Los Nocheros
The Sons of the Sun
We are the ones who love the flower
The simplest ones who for love
Are asking for bread
To reign on the worker's table
We are the sons of the Sun
From the ancient bowl of an old pain
Those who go through America
Erasing borders with this clamor
Song, we are a song
That walks in the wind wanting to fly
Land of never again
We no longer want to step back
We are the Indians of today
Those who could never be killed
And those who still dare
To defend their right to dream
We are the life that continues
The life that returns from eternity
The inhabitants of a dream that never ends
And we are the last and the first
Defeating the forgetfulness that will not pass
We are the sons of the sun
The heirs of freedom
