Los Cien Años de Macondo
Rodolfo Aicardi
The Hundred Years of Macondo
I'm going to Macondo now
The hundred years of Macondo dream, dream in the air
And the years of Gabriel trumpet, trumpet announces
Chained to Macondo sounds Don Jose Arcadio
And before him life passes being whirlwinds of memories
The sadness of Aureliano Cuatro, the beauty of Remedios violins
The passions of Amaranta guitars, and the spell of Melquiades
Soboe, Ursula hundred years, solitude Macondo
Ursula hundred years, solitude Macondo
Chorus
You are the epic of the forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love and history
You are the epic of the forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love and history
I imagine and relive in my memory burned by the sun
Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly liberated
Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly liberated
The hundred years of Macondo dream, dream in the air
And the years of Gabriel trumpet, trumpet announces
Chained to Macondo sounds Don Jose Arcadio
And before him life passes being whirlwinds of memories
The sadness of Aureliano Cuatro, the beauty of Remedios violins
The passions of Amaranta guitars, and the spell of Melquiades
Soboe, Ursula hundred years, solitude Macondo
Ursula hundred years, solitude Macondo
Chorus
You are the epic of the forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love and history
You are the epic of the forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love and history
I imagine and relive in my memory burned by the sun
Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly liberated
Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly liberated
