Andes lo que andes [English translation]

If you want to feel the sorrow

Go on, get on the knoll

Sorrow is a weird bird

Which to the eye of the poor shows himself

The sorrow of twenty centuries

Which it's crown nailed on someone

To put it's dark veil

Where the dawn makes it's nest

The deepest sorrow

Is indigent raw anger

The deepest sorrow

Is old song of dead

Whatever you do

Go through the Andes

If you want to feel hate

Which wounded rises it's tail

Get on the highest mountains

Where the cold makes hawser

An old dog's hatred

Which doesn't finally defeat the bone

The hate to the wounded rain

Which rots a sweater on the hills

The hate that I hate the most

Is a very awake animal

The hate that I hate the most

Is immense grief

Whatever you do

Go through the Andes

If you want to see the misery

Of dirty dust impregnated

Sun and sky's misery

All and nothing's misery

Travel through the mountains

Put a song on the wings

Because the whole hill is dying

Because it has a wound made by a lance

Misery which is not misery

but caged passion

Misery which is not misery

but a battle that comes

Whatever you do

Go through the Andes

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