Desmonte

How the fire burns the forest
How the wind blows and burns
that's how the stories burn
Oh, oh, oh from my land

Since I can remember
This is my cradle and my sun
Where my children are raised
Where I grew up

Where the cradle of magic
Of wonder and mystery
When the monkey ventured me
Into the forest of other times

Nest on the ground
Little bird flies
Devil of deforestation
Oh, oh, may it not return

What will become of the summers
Without the tree without the shade
Without fireflies in the evening
Without colors without aroma

They must learn to cry
The birds that have gone
No one knows about the sachayo
Who is a missing person

The land gave me everything
I gave everything to the land
I have no one to give
My hope and my sadness

Nest on the ground
Little bird flies
Devil of deforestation
Oh, oh, may it not return