Latinoamérica (Edición Cuarentena)

I am, I am what they left behind
I am all the leftovers of what they stole
A people hidden at the top
My skin is leather, that's why it withstands any weather

I am a smoke factory
Peasant labor for your consumption
Cold front in the middle of summer
Love in the time of cholera, my brother (yes)

The sun that rises and the day that dies
With the best sunsets
I am development in the flesh
A political speech without saliva

The most beautiful faces I have known
I am the photograph of a missing person
The blood inside your veins
I am a piece of land worth it

A basket with beans
I am Maradona against England scoring two goals
I am what holds my flag
The backbone of the planet is my mountain range

I am what my father taught me
He who does not love his homeland, does not love his mother
I am Latin America
A people without legs, but who walks, hey!

You cannot buy the wind
You cannot buy the sun
You cannot buy the rain
You cannot buy the heat

You cannot buy the clouds
You cannot buy the colors
You cannot buy my joy
You cannot buy my pain

I have the lakes, I have the rivers
I have my teeth for when I smile
The snow that decorates my mountains
I have the sun that dries me and the rain that bathes me

A desert drunk with peyote
A sip of pulque to sing with the coyotes
Everything I need
I have my lungs breathing light blue

The suffocating altitude
I am the molars in my mouth chewing coca
Autumn with its wilted leaves
Verses written under the starry night

A vineyard full of grapes
A sugarcane field under the sun in Cuba
I am the Caribbean Sea watching over the little houses
Performing rituals of holy water

The wind that combs my hair
I am all the saints hanging from my neck
The juice of my struggle is not artificial
Because the fertilizer of my land is natural

You cannot buy the wind
You cannot buy the sun
You cannot buy the rain
You cannot buy the heat

You cannot buy the clouds
You cannot buy the colors
You cannot buy my joy
You cannot buy my pain

You cannot buy the wind
You cannot buy the sun
You cannot buy the rain
You cannot buy the heat

You cannot buy the clouds
You cannot buy the colors
You cannot buy my joy
You cannot buy my pain

You cannot buy the sun
You cannot buy the rain
You cannot buy my life
My land is not for sale

Raw work, but with pride
Here we share, what's mine is yours
This town does not drown with waves
And if it collapses, I rebuild it

I don't even blink when I look at you
So you remember my last name
Operation Condor invading my nest
I forgive, but I never forget, hey!

Here you breathe struggle
(We keep walking) I sing because it's heard
(We keep walking) oh, yes, yes, that
(We keep walking) here we stand

Long live America!

You cannot buy my life