In the Atlantean sea a flame nests
Shimmer of green and bronze
Antillean strength
Multiple corals, arcane ages
And to the north and south the American lands
In the Atlantean sea hope is born
For an old and sad world that is soulless
It is the birth, Creole flare
Race with a body of bronze
Antillean strength< br/>(Yes, sir, of course)
Force that is going to be life
That is going to be soul, that is hope
(Yes, I know ±or)
Strength of the universe
Of the firmament and of tomorrow
(Of course)
Strength for the planet
That is dying and not being silent
(Dear sir)
This is my Antillean race
(Of course)
In the Atlantean sea it nests a flame
Shimmer of green and bronze
Antillean strength
Multiple corals, arcane ages
And to the north and south the American lands
All of one strain, all pure flame
Cuba, Boriken, Kiskeya, Haiti, Jamaica
And eleven thousand maidens of Indian virtue
Glare of green and bronze
Antillean strength
(Yes  sir, of course)
(Yes sir, of course)
(Yes sir, of course )
Pure strength and pure flame
That is nature
Mixture and African roots
(Antilles)
It is the force of tomorrow
(Antilles)
Of a world that does not remain silent
(Antilles, Antilles, Antilles)

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