Marcha de Los Cóndores
Antonio Gonzales Bravo
March of the Condors
In the luminous land
Of the Andes and the Sun, and the Sun
Among the glorious race
Of the ancient splendor, splendor
Rises joyfully
All filled with illusion, with illusion
The great victorious house
Radiating light and love, light and love
It is the redeeming school
That beats intensely
Without resentment in the heart
It is the well-doing house
That sweetly accomplishes
Laboriously its high mission
And this condor is a nest
Of young eagles a home, a home
Above the suspended lake
Where they will look high, look high
Nearby the proud Illampu
Far away it must dominate, dominate
And wounded by any shadow
Its power will triumph, will triumph
It is the school of the race
Of drive that does not falter
And its ardor has no rival
And in the passing existence
Like a great womb that beats
It will have a very colossal pulse
