They are the echoes of my land
The sound of my drum
They are the echoes of my land
The sound of my drum
What runs through my veins
And what comes from the heart
What runs through my veins
And that comes from the heart
We are firewood from the same fire
And the voice of the same sing
We are fuel from the same fire
And the voice of the same song
Oh blessed of my roots
How proud I can be
Oh blessed of my race
How proud I can be
And of white I have the soul
And of black the flavors
And of the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
br/>And from white I have the soul
And from black the flavors
And from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
What more can I ask from heaven
If you have given me your blessing
What more can I ask from heaven
If you have given me your blessing
My flag, my anthem, my language
And my shield is this song
My flag, my anthem, my language
And my shield is this song
And of white I have the soul
And of black the flavors
And of the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
And of the white I have the soul
And of the black the flavors
And of the Indian the nobility< br/>I am a race of a thousand colors
I am a race of a thousand colors
I am a race of a thousand colors
I carry in my blood the heart of
A thousand joys and a thousand pains
I carry in my blood the heart of
A thousand joys and a thousand pains
I am a race of a thousand colors
I carry in my blood the heart of
A thousand joys and a thousand pains

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