Las Caras Lindas
Tite Curet Alonso

Las Caras Lindas de mi Gente Negra,
Son un desfile de melaza en flor,
Que cuando pasan frente a mi se alegra,
De su negrura todo el corazón

Las Caras Lindas de mi Raza Prieta,
Tienen de llanto, de pena y dolor,
Son las verdades que la vida reta,

Pero que llevan dentro mucho amor,

Somos la melaza que ríe,
Somos la melaza que llora,
Somos la melaza que ama,
Y en cada beso,
Es conmovedora

Por eso vivo orgulloso,
De su colorido,
Somos betun amable,
De clara poesía,
Tienen su ritmo,
Tienen Melodía
Las Caras Lindas de mi Gente Negra

Caras Lindas de Mi Gente Negra

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 truth that life challenges,

And 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 color,
We are friendly shoe polish of clear poetry,
They have their rhythm,
They have their melody,
The beautiful faces of my Black people

Beautiful faces of my Black people.