I go for a walk
Around the cosmic belt of the south
Floor in the region
More vegetation of time and light
I feel when I walk
All the skin of America in my skin
And a river runs in my blood
That releases in my voice
Its flow.
Sun of high Peru
Face Bolivia, tin o and loneliness
A green Brazil kisses my Chile
Copper and mineral
I rise from the south
Towards the heart of America and total
Pure root of a scream
Destined to grow
And to explode.
All the voices, all
All the hands, all
All the blood can
Be a song in the wind.
Sing with me, sing
American brother
Release your hope
With a cry in your voice!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN