Canto a Monte Quemado

Thicket of the mountains
Song of the wild bird
Message of love and time
In the tree and the plumage

Rumor of wounded silence
By the song of some axe
Or the whistle of some little worker
Who is returning home

Night full of mystery
Silent birds flying
Rising into the distance
Their dreams turned into darkness

Gaze of the simple man
Fearful and so afflicted
Who speaks with rough nostalgia
Of the things he has lost

Monte Quemado waiting for a blessing from God
Tree, bird, and path
Earth, night, song, and Sun

Thick mountain, virgin mountain
So distant and forgotten
Just walking distances
Payment of Monte Quemado

Traces rippling in the siesta
Drawing on the ground
Love bursting in the air
Mixed with sorrows

Night full of mystery
Silent birds flying
Rising into the distance
Their dreams turned into darkness

Gaze of the simple man
Fearful and so afflicted
Who speaks with rough nostalgia
Of the things he has lost

Ooh-ooh!