Sur Les Chemins Des Andes (El Condor Pasa)

On the paths
Of the Andes he goes
Singing in the evening
His pains and his joys

And the black eagle
That flies in the sky
Stops for a moment
Dazzled by the sun

The earth that falls asleep below
Closing its arms
Sends back the echo of his voice
Without understanding why

It fades away in the distance, in the distance

My beautiful bird
I beg you teach me
The joy of touching
The sky with my fingers

But the eagle never
Responded to him
His cry was lost
In the sleep of the night

La la ah

On the paths
Of the Andes he left
The night swallowed
His songs and his cries

La la ah