El Esclavo

I sing my way through life
The sorrows of my aching soul
Thinking that my bitterness is just
The darkness of my skin

I’m the slave who once left, in the caravan
Of a white man who chained many blacks

And they took us, far away to a strange land
Where our color is an affront to the people

I ask the God of white men
To one day take me
To the jungle, the distant jungle
Where I was born

And there among people of dark skin
My sister race
This poor black man can rest easy
And die happy

I ask the God of white men
To one day take me
To the jungle, the distant jungle
Where I was born

And there among people of dark skin
My sister race
This poor black man can rest easy
And die happy
Die, happy