Un derecho de nacimiento [English translation]

I'm going to create a song so that I can exist

To move the earth beneath mankind, and survive

To cure my heart and let my mind flow

To lift up my spirit and let it reach the end

I wasn't born

Without cause

I wasn't born

Without faith

My heart beats hard

To cry out to those who feel nothing

And so pursue happiness

I'm going to create a song to respect the sky

To move the roots of this field and make it bloom

To move the waters and green poison that's out there

To lift up my spirit and let it live it peace

I wasn't born

Without cause

I wasn't born

Without faith

My heart beats hard

To cry out to those who lie to us

And so pursue happiness

And so pursue happiness

It's a right of birth

It's the motor of our movement

Because I reclaim the freedom of thought

If ever I'm not asking for it, it's because I'm dying

It's a right of birth

To see the fruits that our dreams leave us

In one sole voice and thought

And may this cry clean our wind

I'm going to create a song to be able to demand

That they don't strip the poor of what cost them so much to build

So that the stolen gold doesn't hold back our future

And so that those who have extra don't find it so hard to share

I'm going to lift up my song to wake up those

Who've been asleep their whole lives, not wanting to see

So that the river carries not blood, but flowers, and to heal the evil

To lift up my spirit and let it live in peace

I wasn't born

Without cause

I wasn't born

Without faith

My heart beats hard

To cry out to those who lie to us

And so pursue happiness

It's a right of birth

It's the motor of our movement

Because I reclaim the freedom of thought

If ever I'm not asking for it, it's because I'm dying

It's a right of birth

To see the fruits that our dreams leave us

In one sole voice and thought

And may this cry clean our wind

It's a right of birth

It's the motor of our movement

Because I reclaim the freedom of thought

If ever I'm not asking for it, it's because I'm dying

It's a right of birth

To see the fruits that our dreams leave us

In one sole voice and thought

And may this cry clean our wind

• Artist:Natalia Lafourcade