Sur le chemin des Andes [El Condor pasa] [English translation]

On his way to the Andes he goes

singing, in the evening, about his pain and his joy.

And the black eagle flying in the sky

stops for a moment, dazzled by sunlight.

Down below, Mother Earth1 is putting her hands

to her chest as she falls asleep.

She casts back the echo of his voice

without knowing why.

The echoes fade in the distance.

" My beautiful bird, please, teach me

how to grip the sky with my fingers "

But the eagle gave him no answer.

Its shriek faded into night's sleep.

...

On his way to the Andes, he set out again.

Night swallowed his songs and his cries.

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1. I think Earth is too strongly personified to remain neutral here