A Que Florezca Mi Pueblo

I want to sing to my land
And may it bloom
Within the climate of my town
And its spring
Inaugurate a thousand doves of bread
And may they not die

I want to rise in a shout
And maybe I can
Take the sun by the hand
When it moves away
To take away its light and voice
My town waits

When you stop to look at life
At the exact vertex of time and light
You will see the greatness of man and his day
His new path, his blue song

I want to sprout in the ear
Of consciousness
Of the new man who fights
For his tomorrow
And proclaim his blue time standing
Facing it