Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song África, artist - Desorden Público. Date of issue: 10.12.2000
Song language: Spanish
África(original) |
| Estoy buscando mi apellido africano |
| Apellido atrapado en un barco de esclavos |
| Nombre que escapó de la historia |
| Santo y sena que se quedó en la memoria |
| Apellido que pasó el mar |
| Sangre navegable que se pudo salvar |
| Del abismo y la cadena, de una enorme condena |
| De un látigo criminal |
| Debes ver, conocer, dónde están las raíces |
| Para comprender y apreciar |
| Una herencia ancestral que no sé por qué |
| Desapareció del registro oficial |
| Pero no de la gente y su día a día |
| Cuando el alma se agranda y te mira |
| Apellido africano y esclavo, mandinga y nocturno |
| Regresa al caribe |
| Africa regresa al Caribe |
| Puedo ver y reconocer |
| Nuestro nombre en el cuero del tambor aquel |
| Hasta lo puedo escuchar afinado, igual que golpeado, maltratado |
| Alguna vez adorado |
| Ancestro extraviado |
| Escapado cimarrón de este pueblo fundador |
| Defensor hasta la muerte de una suerte |
| Que en vida no le tocó |
| Resistir, aguantar, perdonar sin olvidar |
| Más que nada sobrevivir y seguir |
| Adelante renacer y volver |
| Con fuertes raíces resucitar y existir |
| Con mi apellido africano |
| Con la fuerza del pasado en las manos |
| Asaltar y tomar |
| El futuro escondido renegado |
| Africa regresa al Caribe |
| Africa regresa al Caribe |
| (translation) |
| I am looking for my African surname |
| Surname trapped on a slave ship |
| Name that escaped history |
| Santo y sena that stayed in the memory |
| Surname that passed the sea |
| Navigable blood that could be saved |
| From the abyss and the chain, from an enormous condemnation |
| Of a criminal whip |
| You must see, know, where are the roots |
| To understand and appreciate |
| An ancestral heritage that I don't know why |
| Disappeared from the official registry |
| But not of the people and their day to day |
| When the soul enlarges and looks at you |
| African surname and slave, mandingo and nocturnal |
| return to the caribbean |
| Africa returns to the Caribbean |
| I can see and recognize |
| Our name on the leather of that drum |
| I can even hear it in tune, just like beaten, battered |
| ever adored |
| lost ancestor |
| Escaped maroon from this founding town |
| Defender to the death of a lucky |
| That in life he did not touch |
| Resist, endure, forgive without forgetting |
| More than anything survive and carry on |
| Go ahead, be reborn and come back |
| With strong roots resurrect and exist |
| With my African surname |
| With the force of the past in the hands |
| raid and take |
| The Renegade Hidden Future |
| Africa returns to the Caribbean |
| Africa returns to the Caribbean |