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In the dark night,  

Majestad de los Tambores,  

You hear the rhythms of celebration,  

Festive sounds of our ancestors,  

Resonating like eco de los espíritus,  

Dancing through the shadows of time,  

As drums awaken the soul of the forgotten.  

Bajo la Luna Brillante,  

We gather in unity,  

Hearts pulsing like the Maracas de la Vida,  

An electric embrace of joy,  

We rise as one,  

In the abrazo de la música,  

Where cada nota is a memory,  

And every rhythm tells our tale.  

In this sacred espacio,  

We are the hijos de la herencia,  

A tribute to la herencia Africana,  

Mother of our cultural diaspora,  

De ser Antillano—  

Jamaica, Haiti, Cuba, Puerto Rico,  

Trinidad, Martinica, Dominica—  

Si, we are all sons of our Madre Africa!  

Majestad de nuestras almas,  

Si, porque por la encendida Calle Antillana,  

We see the spirit of Tembandumba de la Quimbamba,  

Flor de Tórtola, rosa de Uganda—  

The legacy of her power,  

The rhythms hecho Mujer,  

Desenfrenadas, quema la Antilla su sangre ñáñiga.  

With laughter and song,  

A tapestry woven in the night,  

Bound by the poder de la tambora,  

In the circle of life,  

We find our fuerza,  

In the dark night,  

The rhythms of life resonate,  

A celebration of who we are,  

A tribute to la herencia Africana.

©Rolando Matias