We are a sweet song,
A ballad written on the shoulders of the royalty we come from,
A poem carved from harmonies that ride on the rising and falling of the cries of our conquests,
We write our destinies and carry them on our heads.
We speak a tongue that defies logic,
We call on the rain and it hearkens, we spin healing from mere plants,
Children of the soil, an imagery of the ancestors,
We are a reincarnation of gods.