Hermanos

Blue hills saw us grow,
In the mysteries of the sun,
Destiny is, to be all,
Predestined to have to be born.

The Andes were the cradle and home,
Our greatest obsession,
Where we forged dreams of light, together.

And in the innocence of our childhood,
We learned to grow,
Always seeking an inner voice, free.

We are travelers of eternity,
Difficult to understand,
Like Ulysses he left and will return, free.

And in the innocence of our childhood,
We learned to grow,
Always listening to an inner voice, free.

And in this life of short existence,
We saw life grow,
The bare feet of our childhood, free.

We are travelers of eternity,
Difficult to understand,
Like Ulysses he left and will return, free.