The Andean Condor woke up
With the light of a happy dawn.
He slowly unfolded his wings
And went down to the blue river to drink.
Behind him the Earth was covered
Of greenery, of love and peace.
Behind him the branch sprouted and the sun rose
In the wheat field, in the wheat field.
The Andean Condor descended
When a happy sunrise arrived.
The sky, seeing his march sobbed
And overturned his gray crying when he left.
Behind him the Earth was covered
Of greenery, of love and peace.
After him the branch sprouted
And the sun rose in the wheat field, in the wheat field