Hijos Del Cañaveral

Since we were born
Our banana stain came from the same bunch
We are brothers of the same horizon
We all grew up on the mountain slope

We grew up, but for someone else to benefit
We are a people with milk teeth
Children of work without a snack
The lemonade for the hacienda foreman

Everything that survives
We are the fermented sugar cane of the Caribbean
But even though history lashes us
We are like a glass bottle that floats

We put the Aguirre central to produce
Without knowing how to read or write
And we cured the depression without syrup
Because we walk to the beat of the clave

Our race by nature is fierce
We came out of the top of a volcano with lava
There is no identity some say
But here we all carry the number 21 on our backs

We learned to walk a long time ago
With one barefoot and the other with a shoe
With the chief's medal at the pawn shop
We are the owners of a country without an owner

Children of the sugar cane field
We never lose our cool
This race is always fierce
Even when the storm blows

So you can feel the caliber
Of a horse without a rider
Watch how it runs free
Reflected in the machete

We are the dew at breakfast
We are the tide when it dances with the moon
We dry our sweat with the wind without a towel
And we perfume ourselves with the salt of the beach

When the sun hangs the clouds on the clothesline
The downpours are of coconut water
And we dream from the same shore
Without losing our way because here the Cucubanos shine

The hurricane comes and we pray to the cross
And we play cards when the light goes out
The heat warms our beer
And we bathe in the lake until the dam opens

Here on Good Friday we eat yautía
Here the Three Kings come from Juana Díaz
We stand up straight for the deceased
And at the patron saint festivals we get dizzy together in the coffin

No one can take away what's ours
No matter how much snow they throw, here the snow melts
Even if they plant the roots as they please
Soursop trees don't bear apples

Children of the sugar cane field
We never lose our cool
This race is always fierce
Even when the storm blows

So you can feel the caliber
Of a horse without a rider
Watch how it runs free
Reflected in the machete

Children of the sugar cane field
We never lose our cool
This race is always fierce
Even when the storm blows

To learn to defend ourselves
We never went to school
Even if the bull has horns
Our rooster has spurs

With a clean whip since the discovery
They couldn't, we continue with the same accent
Our endurance has been dignified
We are the verses that don't sing in our anthem

We must release the boats from the dock
This cart is already moving without oxen
We will dethrone Columbus
So that our flag sings in one tone

On the cuatro Luisito Sanz
On the bongó Anthony Carrillo
Speak to the saints, go ahead!