Macondo

The hundred years of Macondo, dream
Dream in the air
And the years of Gabriel, trumpets
Trumpets announce it
Chained to Macondo dreams, Don José Arcadio
And before him life goes by
Whirling with memories

The sadness of Aureliano, the four
The beauty of Remedios, violins
The passions of Amaranta, guitars
The enchantment of Melquíades, oboes
Úrsula one hundred years, where is Macondo?
Úrsula one hundred years, where is Macondo?

You are the epic of the forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love that story
You are the epic of the forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love that story
I imagine and relive
In my memory burned by the sun

Yellow butterflies, Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies, flying free
Yellow butterflies, Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies, flying free

The entire lyrics is repeated