Letra de América (en inglés)

This is America, Latin America
The earth beneath your feet
It raised the souls and the entrails
Came the voice that cries out
Of all the blood and sweat shed we saw
For freedom and is conditional

What do they plan to do? Which will arrive?
Patience is not eternal, with the people not playing
What do they plan to do? Which will arrive?
Patience is not eternal, with the people not playing

We want to be free like animals,
As wild dogs
We will take everything they promised
And never met
Poverty oppresses ambition corrupts more
Devuelvannos and our dignity

What do they plan to do? Which will arrive?
Patience is not eternal, with the people not playing
What do they plan to do? Which will arrive?
Patience is not eternal, with the people not playing

Oíd noise broken chains
The words and speeches could change anything
Lost time no longer becomes more

What do they plan to do? Which will arrive?
Patience is not eternal, with the people not playing
What do they plan to do? Which will arrive?
Patience is not eternal, with the people not playingvv