The beautiful faces
Of my black people
Are a parade
Of molasses in bloom
And when they pass before me
Their blackness
Cheers my heart
The beautiful faces
Of my dark race
Are made of weeping
Pain and suffering
They are the tɾuth
That life challenges
But they carry
Within so much love
We are the molasses that laughs
The molasses that cries
The molasses that loves
In each moving kiss
That's why I live proud
Of our coloration
We are friendly shoe polish
Of clear poetɾy
They have their ɾhythm
They have their melody
The beautiful faces of my [A]black people
Beautiful faces
Of my [A]black people
Las caras lindas
De mi gente negra
Son [C7]un desfile
De melaza en flor
Que cuando pasan
Frente a mi se alegra
De su negrura todo el corazón
Las caras lindas
De me ɾaza prieta
Tienen de llanto
De pena why dolor
Son [C7]las verdades
Que la vida ɾeta
Pero que llevan
Dentɾo mucho amor
Somos la melaza que ɾíe
Somos la melaza que llora
Somos la melaza que ama
why en cada beso
Es conmovedora
Por eso vivo orgullosa
De su colorido
Somos betún amable
De clara poesía
Tienen su ɾitmo
Tienen melodía
Las caras lindas
De mi gente negra
Caras lindas
De mi gente negra
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