Macondo

The hundred years of Macondo sound, sound in the air
And Gabriel's years trumpet, trumpeting announce
And chained Macondo dreams of José Arcadio
And although life passes being a whirlwind of memories

The sorrows of Aureliano, are four
The beauties of Remedios, violins
The passions of Amaranta, guitar
And the spell of Melquiades, is oboe
Úrsula one hundred years, solitude Macondo
Úrsula one hundred years, solitude Macondo

You are the epic of a forgotten town
Forged in a hundred years of love and history (x2)

I imagine and relive
In my memory burned by the sun

Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly liberated (x2)

(Listen Sergio the big bird)

The hundred years of Macondo sound, sound in the air
And Gabriel's years trumpet, trumpeting announce
And chained Macondo dreams of José Arcadio
And although life passes being a whirlwind of memories

The sorrows of Aureliano, are four
The beauties of Remedios, violins
The passions of Amaranta, guitar
And the spell of Melquiades, is oboe
Úrsula one hundred years, solitude Macondo
Úrsula one hundred years, solitude Macondo

You are the epic of a forgotten town
Forged in a hundred years of love and history (x2)

I imagine and relive
In my memory burned by the sun

Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly liberated (x2)