El Cantar Del Inca

I was born in the mountains next to the bushes
Where lightning crashes against the rocks
Where the deer drinks from the stream
Where the sky seems clearer

I was born next to the nest of the proud condor
That lulled my dreams with its dull song
The abyss had no threats
Nor shadows on its edge

That's why I have, like my mountain
To dry up on the outside and gold in the core
That's why I have well guarded
The treasure of loves you have inspired

I was born in the mountains and like them, proud
I will break my chains without a whimper
Because the fire that boils inside my rock
Shakes the desires that you provoke

Do not persist, ungrateful, because you hurt me
Do not provoke the wrath of my mountain
Come, I have slopes made of loves
And at the summit a peak full of flowers
Come, I have slopes made of loves
And at the summit a peak full of flowers