Sierra Madre Del Sur

When the morning comes
And the last shadows disappear,
The people of the Sierra
Look up to the sunny heights,
Look up, where the white condor
Soars lonely.
Like a greeting to the sun
Their old song resounds.:

Chorus:
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur
Sierra, Sierra Madre
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur
Sierra, Sierra Madre

When the work is done,
And the evening knows only peace,
The people look up,
Where the Sierra glows in the evening red.
And they think about
How quickly happiness can fade.
And from a thousand hearts it sounds
Like a prayer.:

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