Amor Indio

From my blue mountain
That kisses the sky near God
I go towards the valley

To my sweet love
Virgin of the Sun, sensual goddess
From the coven

And in the harem I saw her dance
In front of the burning pyre of the altar
Of another God, who is not the God
Of my elders nor my devotion

Come with me, your tribe is waiting
I want to offer you from my little land
The harvest that is already in bloom
Cooked chonto, sugarcane guaro
The things of my race and all its tradition

Come with me, your tribe is waiting
I want to offer you from my little land
The harvest that is already in bloom
Cooked chonto, sugarcane guaro
The things of my race and all its tradition