Ana De La Colmena
Hugo Gimenez Agúero
Ana Of The Hive
It was like the cocoon, of the mogotes
Ana of the Hive of San Julián
When she was twenty years old, and it was night
She gave her life to populate
Those who wrote the old story tell
That she was the first white woman in the place
And that the man brought her from the Malvinas
And she was a flower snowing, the loneliness
Ana of the Hive, what good star will light you?
For wanting to give a child, your Moon fell in the place
And there rests then, your pioneering faith
Ana of the Hive of San Julián
Ana was left alone, on the plateau
Waiting for her son, about to arrive
The man went to Gallegos, seeking help
But he did not return in time to the place
When the snow falls, Patagonia
Seeks the flower of the wind to frost
Then like a lightning, Ana's cross
Shines over the Hive of San Julián
Ana of the Hive, what good star will light you?
For wanting to give a child, your Moon fell in the place
And there rests then, your pioneering faith
Ana of the Hive of San Julián
Ana of the Hive of San Julián
Ana of the Hive of San Julián
