María Sueños
Chabuca Granda
Maria Dreams
Oh the pines in the wind with the scent of distance
In Maria's dreams, Maria, Maria dreams
They weave their senses
A world that is only hers
And chasing her star
She walks and retraces paths
Among sleeping paths
Maria dreams flourish
Drinking from the springs to reach life
With a voice of bonfire and distance she plays with silences
Scaling mountains Maria, Maria dreams
The rivers shout, mixed up; through the gorges
The dark-skinned mother cries, the earth cries
Our land, heavy land, American motherland
It's a new, generous wood
And the table of hope is set
And on the dawn tablecloth
The light shines for the fruit that Maria dreams of
Through jungles, suns, and moons, tumbling her dreams
Maria, Maria dreams fly around bends and slopes
She is dyeing in the chest of the people's hearts
Where with closed eyes men are lying
There is a reason of earth that screams from life
In the years of Maria, Maria dreams
Years of sleeping stone that formed the paths
Where Maria dreams and flourishes, Maria, Maria dreams
