Candombe de la libertad

My ancestors know that I'm leaving
They hear my silence wherever I am
Behind the closing door
Lands of oppression blow
That's why my ancestors know that I'm leaving.

I hear the coins clinking
And the merchants celebrating
I took my bones out of the fire
And to my luck of this chance
Seven drums in the high seas night.

My voice goes to sing the song of freedom.

The drum's wood bleeds
Under the lash of the master
But the healer brought me
His top hat and his cane
So that the milonga always accompanies me.

My ancestors know that I'm leaving
They will erase my footprints under the sun
Opening the wind of the road
Before the white man in his ambition
Puts a price on my head and heart.