TIERRA ZANTA (feat. Victor Heredia)

If they ask who I am, what I carry, where I'm going
From sacred land
I'm from where I was born, where I'll die
My sacred land

Hey
I am the land, the blood, the dreams, the desires, the hunger
The light in the eyes of my holy mother
Made of mud, of branches, of wind and traces of flesh
The sun sets on my arms in the afternoon

If they ask who I am, I am my land
Weathered by governments, by scams, by wars
I am the ovenbird showing in the room
Life, death, the pen, and the bullet

The loneliness of the rich, the dream of the poor
The truths that the government hides from us
The lost traces, the when and the where
No dictatorship will be able to erase my name

I go to the future, I come from sacred land
Latin America doesn't cry, it sings
I have the celestial and white smile
If I raise my gaze, the moon rises

I go to the future, I come from sacred land
Latin America doesn't cry, it sings
I have a celestial and white smile
If I raise my gaze, the moon rises

My scars, my history, my fame, my glory
My sorrow for missing friends, memory
Not for the trivial kids, damn, kids, boys, guys
The world trembles with excitement

I seek peace in Bolivia, in the streets of Chile
I look for myself, in winter, in Colombian aguardiente
I come from the tango neighborhood and reach the meridian
To erase with my hand the dividing line

If they ask who I am, what I carry, where I'm going
I'm from sacred land
I'm from where I was born, where I'll die
My sacred land

If they ask who I am, what I carry, where I'm going
I'm from sacred land
I'm from where I was born, where I'll die
My sacred land

If they ask who I am, I'm from sacred land

I came into the world to defend my land
I am peaceful El Salvador in war
I will die fighting, I stand firm like a Venezuelan
I am Atacama, Guarani, Coya, Bari, and Tukano
If they want to tear down my country, we will rebuild it

The Indians built empires with their hands
Do you hate the future? I come with my brothers
From different fathers but we don't separate
I am the fire of the Caribbean and a Peruvian warrior
I thank Brazil for the air we breathe

Sometimes I lose, sometimes I win
But it's not in vain to die for the land I love
And if those from outside ask what my name is
My name is Latin and my last name is American

If they ask who I am, what I carry, where I'm going
I'm from sacred land
I'm from where I was born, where I'll die
My sacred land

If they ask who I am, what I carry, where I'm going
I'm from sacred land
I'm from where I was born, where I'll die
My sacred land

My scars, my history, my fame, my glory
My sorrow for missing friends, memory