Voluntad Heredada

To be able to cover the sun with a finger
I have the habit of living in peace
If they ask me how much I invest in this
Endless desire to always dream
And that's how I see my time pass
In this harmony and its final note
Sweating dreams to sing to the wind
Having the morning to meditate

Wicker armchair
With the ocean in front
It's impossible to breathe and not love you
My whole youth lights up
I give my soul only to your virtue
I want to cover the sun with a finger
And I have the habit of laughing more
If they ask me how much I invest in this
I just say my life only

My song flies
Like the guairao in freedom
For my people from the countryside and the city
From wenumapu my ancestor guides my step
With rap and cumbia my town enjoys
Hundreds of stories, hills of wisdom
Bringing winds free of a new day
How many times they tried to see me in agony
And I kept singing with indomitable joy

Come come we are the strength
Dignity and resistance
It's our heritage
Wacho come, come raise your head
The spirit of Lautaro gallops near
Hey come, come we are the strength
Dignity and resistance
It's our heritage
Wacho come, come overcome the pear
It's the black andi along with homemade cumbia

To be able to hold the sun with my fingers
I have the habit of laughing more
If they limit me to stay blind
I will keep singing with my will
And that's how I feel that I fit in this
In the coliseum of vanity
Sweating dreams to sing to the wind
And look at the moon with beautiful zeal

We are memory
Many stories shout it
That in this world did not reach glory
Full of defamatory shit
To forget that the internal is adored
I want to hold the sun with my fingers
And I have the habit of laughing more
If they limit me to stay blind
I will keep singing with my will

Come come we are the strength
Dignity and resistance
It's our heritage
Wacho come, come raise your head
The spirit of Lautaro gallops near
Hey come, come we are the strength
Dignity and resistance
It's our heritage
Wacho come, come overcome the pear
It's the black andi along with homemade cumbia

So that everyone dances as they please
For all the working class
Brown Latin America

Wewaiñ compuche pu peñi pu lamngen
Straight from my town
I return like a werken, sharp like the merken to the owner of the monopoly
I control the microphone
And we control the territory