Una leyenda [English translation]

In the summer time he liked

to get away from his home

and to climb the mountain,

to see the arrival of the morning,

to hear the singing of the waterfalls

and the lullaby of canes,

to see how cornfields grow,

to see his river full of water

and to sing on the way

about his freedom and hope.

And to fell in love with a star

between the night and the dawn.

He used to spend the winters

in the warmth of a hut.

He felt like poet

among all the poets,

conqueror of hearts,

an eternal pilgrim,

a comrade of fate,

and a friend of his friends,

a lover, at night,

of the star and dew.

His life was bohemian,

with a divided heart,

and his soul was the rain

that washed the roads.

His songs, his prayers

were heard in the mountains.

And even though you left

your life very early,

your mountains and your river,

your look is still in the dew,

your voice remains in the wind,

your sorrows along the way,

your soul between the mountains,

your tears in the river.

Your freedom and hope

haven’t left with you.

Your freedom and hope

still walk the same roads.

Through the mountains and the rivers

singing of that Indian can be heard.