Estampa

The emotion carries my essence
That someone felt in another life.
Travel in my instinct information
Full of stories,
That speak of my ancestors.
The 'Lara clan', in Africa
Goes from Asia to Europe and America
Travels a world in transition,
Where the future in spiral reproduces.
The song of Ethiopia and Mesopotamia
From soul to soul communicates its memory.

In the Inca's quena I hear Ireland,
And Iran, listening to Scottish bagpipes.
The planet does not belong to one group:
It was created for all to walk on it.
Let's recover what each being once knew,
Taking the step that, with faith, the first being took.

The illusion repeats in my soul
That called to other paths,
And, although I am different, I continue the same:
Another silhouette heading towards the horizon.
A, T, G, C, universal: original ancestor.
Copy the stamp inside me,
That identifies the being from which life emerged.

Chorus: We will not forget you! We will never forget!
Never forget! We will not forget you!

To all the rumberos, to celebrate
The times that have passed, never to forget!
Sundays in the neighborhoods, the street, with its smell,
The corner, the neighborhood, our first love,
The good, good rumba, in the lots,
'Hot hand' anteros, with bridge on the timbales,
Rumbaing from the sky!
Go!, San Felipe, Chorrillo,
Carrasquilla, Llorens Torres!
Roberto Rodriguez lives!
To my friend Luis Santiago,
And to Venezuela, to all the people of 'La Guaira',
'Alianza Lima', and 'El Callao',
Always vibrating in memory