Mis Raíces
Maka
My Roots
Because I feel, my friend, that I walk through the same sky
When I get lost in its streets full of memories
And even though I have this appearance, behind it there's a flamenco
That breaks the shirt when they sing with authority
I come from a good family, I can be proud
We never lacked affection when we had no bread
The street was our school, music my teacher
Thanks to my dad, I could sing
They are my roots
That sprout strong in my heart, I know
They want my person to give it a voice, maybe
It's my destiny to give it value
They are my roots
That sprout strong in my heart, I know
They want my person to give it a voice, maybe
It's my destiny, my reason for being
What nonsense, what nonsense
That there are those who exchange gold for costume jewelry
How lucky I am, how lucky I am
To have been born poor in my Andalusia
Because it's where all my life
I enjoy it always in peace
Not for all the gold in the world
Would I change my land
To my people, to my customs
To the source from which I drink
They can't compare it to me
They are my roots
That sprout strong in my heart, I know
They want my person to give it a voice, maybe
It's my destiny to give it value
They are my roots
That sprout strong in my heart, I know
They want my person to give it a voice, maybe
It's my destiny, my reason for being
