Vengo by Ana Tijoux - with translation

https://youtu.be/BN4k3mnJteo



I love this song and have provided the translation as copied from the web (best version I could find) because I'm too lazy to type it all out. Listen. Love it. I do.

I Come

I come seeking answers

with a hand full and veins open,

I come like an open book

eager to learn our ancestors' untold history

with the wind our grandparents left, which lives in each thought

of this beloved earth, earth

The one who knows how to care for it is the one who truly loves it.

I come to look again to deduce it and awaken the blind eye,

fearless, you and I

let's decolonize what they taught us

with our black hair, with marked cheekbones,

with fugitive pride in the tattooed soul.

I come with the glance, I come with the word,

that spoken word, I come with no fear of losing anything.

I come like the child who seeks in their dwelling

the origin's entrance, the crusade's return.

I come to seek silenced history,

the history of an inhaled earth.

CHORUS:

I come with the world and I come with the birds,

I come with the flowers and the trees, their songs.

I come with the sky and its constellations,

I come with the world and all its seasons.

I come to the starting point grateful,

I come with wood, mountain, and life,

I come with air, water, earth, and fire.

I come to see the world again.

I come with my ideas like a shield,

with human feeling to live this world

where the new man seeks harmony,

I come, hand,

I come like you, seeking the remnant of the piece of tree

and its bark that it keeps in its memory, the victory song,

when we see the earth we cry against euphoria.

Now we see this way, our arms so dazzled,

if we curl up to the origin of the times at the source of the universe,

where the feeling of living this beginning lies.

I come with red blood

with lungs full of rhymes in my mouth,

with torn eyes, with earth in my hands,

we come with the world and we come with its song.

I come to build a dream,

the shine of life where the new man lives,

I come seeking an ideal

of a world without class that can lift itself up.

CHORUS:

I come with the world and I come with the birds,

I come with the flowers and the trees, their songs.

I come with the sky and its constellations,

I come with the world and all its seasons.

I come to the starting point grateful,

I come with wood, mountain, and life,

I come with air, water, earth, and fire.

I come to see the world again.

I come, I come to see the world again.

I come seeking answers

with a hand full and veins open, I come...

I come seeking an ideal

of a world without class that can lift itself up, I come...

with our black hair, with marked cheekbones,

with fugitive pride in the tattooed soul,

I COME.