They are the echoes of my earth
the sound of my drum
they are the echoes of my earth
the sound of my drum
what runs through my veins
and that comes from the heart
what runs through my veins
and that comes from the heart
we are firewood of the same fire
and the voice of the same song
we are firewood of the same fire
and the voice of the same song
there are blessed of my roots
how proud can I be
there is blessed of my race
how proud can I be
that from the white I have the soul
and the flavors of black
and from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
that from the white I have the soul
and the flavors of black
and from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
What else can I ask of heaven?
if he has given me his blessing
What else can I ask of heaven?
if he has given me his blessing
my flag my own language
and my shield this song
my flag my own language
and my shield this song
that from the white I have the soul
and the flavors of black
and from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
that from the white I have the soul
and the flavors of black
and from the Indian the nobility
I am a race of a thousand colors
I carry in my blood
the heart is
and the joy
of a thousand pains
I carry in my blood
the heart is
and the joy
of a thousand pains.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)