I am what my father taught me
He who does not love his homeland
Does not love his mother
I am Latin America
A people without legs but who walk
You cannot buy the wind,
You cannot buy the sun
You cannot buy the rain,
You cannot buy the heat
You cannot buy the clouds,
You cannot buy the colors
You cannot buy my joy,
You cannot buy my pain

Calle 13 - Latinoamérica