Diáspora

We are going to the highlands
we will walk through the fields
we will go to the mountains
we will not return.
With your back to the sun
you will see the dawn
for the wind will not stop
we will not be cold.
We will sow the seeds
in the beautiful land
we will harvest the crops
we will be happy.
We will sow the seeds
in the beautiful land
we will harvest the crops
we will be happy
we will be happy.
We will travel from town to town
we will not be lost
we will learn from the elders
we will teach and learn
we will not be lost.
We will cross the rivers
we will climb the mountains
we will walk through the valleys
we will feel the wind
we will not be lost.
Beautiful land of Ocobamba
we will sing to you
we will dance with joy
under the sun
in the beautiful morning.
With the first light of dawn
we will wake up
Beautiful land of Ocobamba
we will enjoy your beauty
we will live in your warmth.