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

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 Poetry

They Have Their Rhythm

They Have Their Melody

The Beautiful Faces Of My Black People



Beautiful Faces

Of My Black People



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 Me 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 Orgullosa

De Su Colorido

Somos Betún Amable

De Clara Poesía

Tienen Su Ritmo

Tienen Melodía

Las Caras Lindas

De Mi Gente Negra



Caras Lindas

De Mi Gente Negra