Caminantes
Bruno Arias
Walkers
From the hills they come down
Through the ravine to my eyes
They bring the voices of other times
They are different wise men
They are children of the Sun
And they dream (and they dream)
Native brothers, peasants
Behind us, you are there
We are you
Latin America
Everything for everyone
And nothing for us
Walkers
With their colorful wipala
They descend to the sound of the bells
Bringing the peace and knowledge of the Andes
They are different wise men
They are children of the Sun
And they dream (and they dream)
Native brothers, peasants
Behind us, you are there
We are you
Indoamerica
Everything for everyone
And nothing for us
Walkers
