Soy Sabalero

There's no need for them to be told that I am of a race
Through my skin escapes the soul of the savannah
Blood and mourning is the color of my flag
And those of black I carry them here in my soul

Being black is a feeling that is truly carried
And that beats to the rhythm of the heart
If I were to win hell for being black and nothing more
I will die carrying the black in my heart

Sabale, sabale, the fault of this Sabalero town
Sabale, sabale, let everyone shout 'go black'

Ah, eh, eh, ah, I am Sabalero
Ah, eh, eh, ah, Sabalero, Sabalero
Ah, eh, eh, ah, I am Sabalero
Ah, eh, eh, ah, Sabalero, Sabalero

I was born on the red and black shores
I understand myself with the Sabalero people
I am a friend of the 'ciruja' and the teacher
With the 'tordo' and the 'punga' I find myself

And in my house poverty and the lord mingle
Rito sings and so does Pastor
Even if I were to win heaven for changing my color
I will die carrying the black in my heart

Sabale, sabale, the fault of this Sabalero town
Sabale, sabale, let everyone shout 'go black'

Ah, eh, eh, ah, I am Sabalero
Ah, eh, eh, ah, Sabalero, Sabalero
Ah, eh, eh, ah, I am Sabalero
Ah, eh, eh, ah, Sabalero, Sabalero

Ah, eh, eh, ah, I am Sabalero
Ah, eh, eh, ah, Sabalero, Sabalero