Flame of the Root Verse 1: In the lands of my heart, the root took hold, From an ancestral love, the flame then sprouted. In the stories told, in the voice of the troubadour, I find strength, I find courage. Chorus: Flame of the root, which will never go out, In the heat of traditions, it will always shine. It is the strength of my people, it is the pride of being, Flame of the root, my path to understand. Verse 2: In the winds that blow, in the mountains, The spirit of the earth, always guiding us. From generation to generation, the flame will pass, Keeping alive the essence, our place. Bridge: And when time passes in memory it will remain, beautiful memories will not fade, We will walk together, preserving history. In the brightness of the eyes, in the rhythm of the dance, And the flame of the root in the heart will remain.