Sonidos de Tierra Viva

Air, the air is singing
Clean in its wandering
Soft sigh of the wind
Carries its song to the sea with the breeze

Water, crystal clear water
Springs from the source
Sweet murmur of stones
In rhythm they happily go down the stream

These are the sounds of my land begging for the heart of man
It's the groan of life demanding respect and protection
In the tune of birds making verses as they fly
From the furrow is the melody to feel that there are still seeds to sow

These are the sounds of my land begging for the heart of man
It's the groan of life demanding respect and protection
In the language of trees, in the whispers of a flower
In the singing of the stream that gives life to the nation through valleys and paths

Rain with thunderous sound
Long moan of the hurricane
Hoarse creak of the mountain
From its depths comes the cry of the volcano

These are the sounds of my land
It's the singing of living earth