The Condor
The vultures are cawing
Surely they saw blood
They want to catch the condor
And can't find a way to reach it
The sun is already high
They'll sweat to touch it
Route of Julia 15
Straight to Mexicali
Sometimes it lands in Tijuana
Or lands in Ciudad Juárez
It's private territory
From Ojinaga to Nogales
Let them touch my neck
To start the fandango
They say they're looking for me
I don't know why they haven't arrived
I only answer to God
Otherwise, no worries
At 40 thousand feet
Not even the wind bothers me
I look at the clouds below
And the stars above
The soul feels free
That's why birds fly
Its turbines pave the way
Through the paths of the air
Impossible tasks
Are only achieved by the great
And an infallible talisman
The blessing of a mother
Let them touch my neck
To start the fandango
They say they're looking for me
I don't know why they haven't arrived
I only answer to God
Otherwise, no worries
