Arriba de Esa Gran Roca

On top of that big rock
Rests a wise condor
While a gust of wind
Shakes off the old dust

In the fields, farmers
Growing seeds
Hoping that the rivers
Keep flowing still

Up there in the mountain
You can breathe
The air they take away from us
Down here in the city

That's why the ancient forest
Is a treasure
Before the selfish dream
Of some millionaires

On top of that big rock
Sleeps an old wolf
Dreaming that in the sea
He can live without lead

In the water, fishermen
With their wooden boats
Hoping that those mega oil companies
Will go away

Up there in the mountain
You can breathe
The air they take away from us
Down here in the city

That's why the ancient forest
Is a treasure
Before the selfish dream
Of some millionaires