Colon

This nation, the race, the one I see here, brown blood that never ceases to exist, my race is Latina, America is the home.
In '92 arrived the Pinzones who were a couple of faggot brothers, also came Christopher Columbus who was a faggot. The story begins like this, our Mapuche parents start to fight. They brought a book called the Bible, which tells stories, to me lies, from Tenochtitlan to the south of Arauco we are all one race for the fruit of assault, we have history, we have culture, black, white, brown creatures. It is this land and this sea that makes me be here, there are many things to achieve, this race must be taken to the sky, to the sky. Let's put together the old map without borders, before the appearance of horse man happened, from the sea he came, brought wine, did nothing but deceive with a sharp eye. Possessed by evil, the gold fever made him steal, put a fence around the land and separate the native, made believe to be a friend, but turned out to be the enemy, sharp weapons against shots. Faced with the phenomenon they were defenseless, rape, enslavement cannot be left out of this song, because it was the most bloody factor of religion, the cross and its inventions. For life only remained the escape to high peaks and safe hideouts. Long live the Latino, Latino, long live the Latino, Latino, long live the Latino, Latino. This is dedicated to all the people from Easter Island, Bogota, Havana, San Cristobal, Grenada, Barbuda, Trujillo to Guatemala, from CHILE to Peru and all its Machu Picchu, Tobago, Argentina, Barbados and Bolivia, listen how it rhymes... Honduras, Mexico, Puerto Rico and the Jamaicans, from Panama, Trinidad, Paraguay, Salvador, Haiti, Brazil, Uruguay and Ecuador, Dominican Republic, to all the Central, North and South Americans. Our land has called us to come closer, that only our blood can decipher, calls for the union of the entire race and that Latin America be the same home.