Declaración de Amor a Nicaragua

That free spot in the sky,
Those nebulae like ice
Are the pure appearance of sleeplessness,
Of the dream that awakens in new hands,
Height that rises towards the human
Where the star knows that this sign
Is Sandino's raised hat.

Under the hat are two wings
Kept for a nation of birds.
If there's a risk, the blackbird tolls the bells
Calling for tempting dawns.
The heart doesn't know that suddenly
It's not him, everything changed, nothing is the same.
It's Sandino's raised hat.

The lover from Rugama roars with tenderness,
Masaya like a lion and hurries,
He becomes all Guatemalan and deepens in me
And climbs a ladder so light
That the sun, amazed, calls him,
Saying 'heart, come, come, come with me'.
It's Sandino's raised hat.

Everything seems almost dry on the planet, in this forge,
And yet water flows, water flows, water flows in Nicaragua.
Shame takes off her petticoats
And undresses completely, completely, completely, completely revealed.
Diriamba walks in love
With that human volcano, tender as a child.
It's Sandino's raised hat.

Our American companion,
Our head and the idea and the hat are ours,
The borders are ours, the steels
With which we must cut so many wrongs,
Tell more truths to the truth,
Tell more and more and more truths to the truth,
That the lover from Rugama roars so vividly.
It's Sandino's raised hat.