Sol de Los Andes

I left my land and my world in the mountain
Mother Earth without dreams was left behind
The wild flower smiles at us in the wind
The old willows don't play with the water

Among the dust of the road I was searching
There I left my roots in the earth
While time passes and dries up
With the throat of time the wind blows

Sun of the Andes
I return to my brown land to cultivate
Its dreams along with its tomorrow

Among the dust of the road I was searching
There I left my roots in the earth
While time passes and dries up
With the throat of time the wind blows

Sun of the Andes
I return to my brown land to cultivate
Its dreams along with its tomorrow

Sun of the Andes