[Verse 1]
Since we were born
Our banana stain came from the same bunch
We're brothers of the same horizon
We were all raised on the mountain side
We grew up, but for another person to take advantage
We're a people with baby teeth
The sons of work without lunch
The lemonade, for the foreman of the land
Everything that survives
We're the fermented cane of the Caribbean
But even though history whips us
We're like a glass bottle that floats
We got the Aguirre central to work
Without knowing how to read or write
And we cured depression without medicine
For we walk at the pace of the key
Our race is wild by nature
We came out of the lid of a lava vulcan
There is no identity, some say
But here, each one of us wears number 21 on his back
We learned to walk a long time ago
With one bare foot and the other one with a shoe
With the cacique's medal in the pawn shop
We're the owners of a land without an owner
[Chorus]
Sons of the reedbed
We never drop our pava
This race is always wild
Even when the hurricane blows
For you to feel the caliber
Of a riderless horse
Look how he runs freely
It reflects on the machete
[Verse 2]
We're the dew at breakfast time
We're the tide when it dances with the moon
We dry our sweat with the wind, without a towel
We perfume ourselves with the beaches' salt
When the sun hangs the clouds on the clothes line
The downpour consists of coconut water
And we dream from the same shores
Without losing track because here the cucubans shine
The huricane comes and we pray to the cross
And we play Brisca when there is no light
The heat heats our beer
And we bathe in the lake until the dam is opened
On Holy Fridays we eat yautía
And the three kings come from Juana Díaz
We put umbrellas on the deceased
And on the patronal parties we get dizzy together
There's no one who can take away what's ours
No matter how much snow they throw, here it melts
Even if they plant their roots as they want to
Guanabana trees don't give apples
[Chorus]
Sons of the reedbed
We never drop our pava
This race is always wild
Even when the hurricane blows
For you to feel the caliber
Of a riderless horse
Look how he runs freely
It reflects on the machete
[Chorus]
Sons of the reedbed
We never drop our pava
This race is always wild
Even when the hurricane blows
In order to learn how to defend ourselves
We never went to school
Even though the bull has got horns
Our rooster has got spurs
[Outro]
With a clean lash since the discovery
They couldn't do it, we still have the same accent
Our endurance has been worthy
We're the verses that aren't sung in our anthem
Let's release the ships from the dock
This cart moves without oxen
We will take the colonist down from the throne
So that our flag sings in a single tone
In the fourth, Luisito Sans
In the bongo, Antony Carrillo
Talk to the saints, go for it
josevalqui
Luis Velázquez
Dom, 30/07/2017 - 02:55
Celines Martinez 
Proofread by Luis Velásquez
A pava is a traditional straw hat often used by farmers in Puerto Rico. It represents hard work and endurance.