Residente Hijos Del Cañaveral Lyrics English Translation
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Since we were born
Our banana stain came from the same bunch
We are brothers of the same horizon
We all grew up at the foot of the mountain
We grew up, but for someone else's benefit
We are a people with milk teeth
The children of work without a snack
The lemonade for the overseer of the estate
Everything that survives
We are the fermented cane of the Caribbean
But even though history beats us
We are like a floating glass bottle
We put Aguirre sugar mill to produce
Without knowing how to read or write
And we cured the depression without syrup
Because we walk to the beat of the clave
Our race is naturally fierce
We come out of the top of a volcano with lava
There is no identity, some say
But here we all carry the number 21 on our backs
We learned to walk a long time ago
With one barefoot and the other with a shoe
With the chief's medal at the pawnshop
We are the owners of a country without an owner
Children of the sugarcane field
We never drool
This race is always fierce
Even when the storm blows
So you can feel the caliber
Of a horse without a rider
Look how it runs freely
Reflected in the machete
We are the dew when you have breakfast
We are the tide when it dances with the moon
We dry our sweat with the wind, no towel
And we perfume ourselves with the salt from the beach
When the sun hangs the clouds on the clothesline
The rain showers are made of coconut water
We dream from the same shore
Without losing our way because here the "cucubanos" shine
The hurricane comes and we pray to the cross
And we play cards when the lights go out
The heat warms our beer
And we bathe in the lake
Until the dam opens
Here on Good Fridays, we eat taro
Here the Three Kings come from Juana Diaz
We stand up for the deceased
And at the patron saint festivals, we get married in the coffin together
No one can take away what is ours
Because no matter how much snow they throw, here the snow melts
Even if they plant the roots however they want
Soursop trees don't bear apples
Children of the sugarcane field
We never drool
This race is always fierce
Even when the storm blows
So that you feel the caliber
Of a horse without a rider
Look how he runs free
Reflected in the machete
Children of the cane field
We never drool
This breed is always brave
Even if the storm blows
To learn to defend ourselves
We never went to school
Although the bull has horns
Our home has flies
A clean lash since the discovery
They couldn't, we continue with the same accent
Our endurance has been worthy
We are the verses that do not sing in our anthem
We must release the boats from the dock
This cart already moves without an ox
We will take down the colonist from the throne
So that our flag sings in one tone
In the four Luisito Sans
Antony Carrillo on the bongo
Speak to the saints, give it!
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