By: José Néstor to all my
beautiful Puerto Rican
brothers and sisters around
the World.
The Beating of the Drums
My heart beats with the rhythm
Our ancient people's drums.
The Yoruba and the Taíno both
Burn in me with passion evermore.
The courage of my people has
Roots so long and deep, that
Transcend the passage of time
Like a long and heavy sleep.
Brave, ingenious, industrious,
Brilliant, festive, devoted, fierce,
All gifts from a time long ago
When for man freedom was all.
In me lives the slave who’s
Chains bound body, but never
Held soul. For the mind never
Stopped dreaming of the hunt,
The spirit, Yambó.
I am the fierce Taíno cacique
That braved skin against sword.
That one who fought right to the end,
Rather than believe in false gods.
The spirit lives in music, it never
Left with those long gone.
It lives in words, and feelings,
And things that no one knows.
But it is here, it is not gone.
It is right here deep inside my soul.
If I stay still, and listen…
I can hear the spirit’s song.
It is right here inside my chest,
The beating of the drums.
beautiful Puerto Rican
brothers and sisters around
the World.
The Beating of the Drums
My heart beats with the rhythm
Our ancient people's drums.
The Yoruba and the Taíno both
Burn in me with passion evermore.
The courage of my people has
Roots so long and deep, that
Transcend the passage of time
Like a long and heavy sleep.
Brave, ingenious, industrious,
Brilliant, festive, devoted, fierce,
All gifts from a time long ago
When for man freedom was all.
In me lives the slave who’s
Chains bound body, but never
Held soul. For the mind never
Stopped dreaming of the hunt,
The spirit, Yambó.
I am the fierce Taíno cacique
That braved skin against sword.
That one who fought right to the end,
Rather than believe in false gods.
The spirit lives in music, it never
Left with those long gone.
It lives in words, and feelings,
And things that no one knows.
But it is here, it is not gone.
It is right here deep inside my soul.
If I stay still, and listen…
I can hear the spirit’s song.
It is right here inside my chest,
The beating of the drums.
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