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Oubau Moin

El Rio de zal
El de la leyenda dorada
La corriente arrastra oro
La corriente esta ensangrentada
El Rio Manatuabon
El de la leyenda dorada
La corriente arrastra oro
La corriente esta ensangrentada
El Rio Cibuco escribe
Su nombre
Con letras doradas
La corriente arrastra oro
La corriente esta ensangrentada
En donde hundio la arboleda
Su raiz
En tierra dorada
Alli las ramas chorrean sangre
La arboleda esta ensangrentada
Donde doblo la frente india, bien sea tierra o bien sea agua
Bajo el peso de las cadenas
Entre los hierros de la ergastula
Alli la tierra hiede a sangre
Corre el agua ensangrentada
Donde el negro quebro sus hombros, bien sea tierra o bien sea agua
Y su cuerpo marco el carimbo
Y abrio el latigo su espalda
Alli la tierra esta maldita
Corre el agua envenenada
Donde el blanco pobre sufrio los horrores de la peonada
El machete del mayoral
La libreta de jornada
Alli la tierra esta maldita
Corre el agua envenenada

Gloria
A esas manos tainas porque trabajaron
Gloria
A esas manos negras porque trabajaron
Gloria
A esas manos blancas porque trabajaron
De entre esas manos
Nos salio la Patria
Gloria
A las manos que los caminos trabajaron
Gloria
A las manos que el ganado cuidaron
Gloria
A las manos que el tabaco, que la caña y el cafe nos sembraron
Gloria
A las manos que los caminos trabajaron
Gloria
A las manos que la rueda giraron
Gloria
A todas las manos de todos los hombres y mujeres que trabajaron
Y gloria a las manos, a todas las manos que hoy trabajan
Porque ellas construyen
Y saldra de ellas
La nueva Patria
Liberada
Alabanzas, alabanzas
Para ellos y para su Patria, alabanzas
Alabanzas, alabanzas
Para ellos y para su Patria, alabanzas
Alabanzas, alabanzas
Para ellos y para su Patria, alabanzas
Alabanzas, alabanzas
Para ellos y para su Patria, alabanzas
Alabanzas, alabanzas
Para ellos y para su Patria, alabanzas
Alabanzas, alabanzas
Para ellos y para su Patria, alabanzas

Oubau Moin

The Zal River
The one from the golden legend
The current drags gold
The current is bloodstained
The Manatuabon River
The one from the golden legend
The current drags gold
The current is bloodstained
The Cibuco River writes
Its name
In golden letters
The current drags gold
The current is bloodstained
Where it sank the grove
Its root
In golden earth
There the branches drip blood
The grove is bloodstained
Where the Indian forehead bent, be it land or be it water
Under the weight of the chains
Between the irons of the jail
There the earth smells of blood
The water runs bloodstained
Where the black man broke his shoulders, be it land or be it water
And his body marked the stamp
And the whip opened his back
There the earth is cursed
The water runs poisoned
Where the poor white man suffered the horrors of the peonage
The machete of the foreman
The daybook
There the earth is cursed
The water runs poisoned

Glory
To those Taino hands because they worked
Glory
To those black hands because they worked
Glory
To those white hands because they worked
From those hands
We were born the Homeland
Glory
To the hands that worked the roads
Glory
To the hands that took care of the cattle
Glory
To the hands that planted us tobacco, sugar cane and coffee
Glory
To the hands that worked the roads
Glory
To the hands that turned the wheel
Glory
To all the hands of all the men and women who worked
And glory to the hands, to all the hands that work today
Because they build
And it will come out of them
The new Homeland
Liberated
Praises, praises
For them and for their Homeland, praises
Praises, praises
For them and for their Homeland, praises
Praises, praises
For them and for their Homeland, praises
Praises, praises
For them and for their Homeland, praises
Praises, praises
For them and for their Homeland, praises
Praises, praises
For them and for their Homeland, praises