Canción Por La Unidad Latinoamericana (feat. Chico Buarque)

The birth of a world
Was postponed for a moment
It was a brief lapse of time
In the universe, a second

Yet it seemed
That everything was going to end
With the deadly distance
That separated our lives

They carried out the task
Of breaking our hands apart
And making brothers
Look at each other with fear

As the years went by
Resentments accumulated
Loves were forgotten
We seemed like strangers

What a painful distance
What a world so divided
Would never have found
Without bringing new lives

And who guarantees that history
Is an abandoned cart
On the side of the road
Or in a inglorious station

History is a joyful cart
Full of a happy people
That runs over indifferently
Anyone who denies it

It's a train marking tracks
Opening new spaces
Waving many arms
Swinging our children

What shines with its own light
No one can extinguish
Its brightness can reach
The darkness of other shores

Who will prevent the flame
From illuminating the stage
From setting fire to the assembly
From inventing another plot

Who will prevent the winds
From knocking on poorly closed doors
Turning over poorly tilled lands
And spreading our sorrows

And finally, who pays the price
For the time that was spent
For the lives it cost
For the ones it may cost

A star has already been launched
For those who can see
For those who want to reach
And walk embraced by it