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"Latinoamérica" by Calle 13 is a powerful anthem that celebrates the resilience, pride, and cultural richness of Latin America. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the struggles and triumphs of the region, highlighting the strength of its people, the beauty of its landscapes, and the importance of heritage and identity. Through poetic verses, the song emphasizes the value of intangible elements like freedom, joy, and unity that cannot be bought or sold. It serves as a reminder of the deep-rooted connection to the land, history, and spirit of Latin America, urging listeners to embrace their roots and stand tall in the face of adversity.

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I'm what they left behind

I'm all the leftovers of what they stole

A town hidden at the top

My skin is leather, that's why it withstands any weather

I'm a smoke factory

Peasant labor for your consumption

Cold forehead in the middle of summer

Love in the times of cholera, my brother

The sun that rises and the day that dies

With the best sunsets

I'm development in the flesh

A political discourse without saliva

The prettiest faces that I've met

I'm the photograph of a missing person

The blood inside your veins

I'm a piece of land that's worth it

A basket with beans

I'm Maradona against England scoring two goals

I'm what holds my flag

The backbone of the planet is my mountain range

I'm what my father taught me

He who doesn't love his homeland doesn't love his mother

I'm Latin America

A person without legs but that walks

Chorus 1

You cannot buy the wind

You cannot buy the sun

You cannot buy the rain

You cannot buy the heat

You cannot buy the clouds

You cannot buy the colors

You cannot buy my joy

You cannot buy my pains

You cannot buy the wind

You cannot buy the sun

You cannot buy the rain

You cannot buy the heat

You cannot buy the clouds

You cannot buy the colors

You cannot buy my joy

You cannot buy my pains

Verse 2

I have the lakes, I have the rivers

I have my teeth for when I smile

The snow that decorates my mountains

I have the sun that dries me and the rain that bathes me

A desert drunk with peyote in one gulp of pulque

To sing with the coyotes, all that I need

I have my lungs breathing light blue

The altitude that suffocates

I'm the molars in my mouth chewing coca

The Autumn with its fainted leaves

The verses written under the starry night

A vineyard full of grapes

A sugarcane field under the sun in Cuba

I'm the Caribbean Sea watching over the little houses

Doing rituals of holy water

The wind that combs my hair

I'm all the saints that hang from my neck

The juice of my struggle is not artificial

Because the fertilizer of my land is natural

Chorus 2

You cannot buy the wind

You cannot buy the sun

You cannot buy the rain

You cannot buy the heat

You cannot buy the clouds

You cannot buy the colors

You cannot buy my joy

You cannot buy my pains

You cannot buy the wind

You cannot buy the sun

You cannot buy the rain

You cannot buy the warmth

You cannot buy the clouds

You cannot buy the colors

You cannot buy my joy

You cannot buy my pains

You cannot buy the sun

You cannot buy the rain

You cannot buy my life

The earth is not for sale

Verse 3

Rough work but with pride

Here we share, what's mine is yours

This town doesn't drown with waves

And if it collapses, I rebuild it

I don't even blink when I look at you

So that you remember my last name

Operation Condor invading my nest

I forgive but I never forget

Outro

Here you breathe struggle

I sing because it's heard

Here we stand

Long live America!

You cannot buy my life

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