América, América
El Consorcio
America, America
Where the warm sun shines
with a new brightness,
gilding the sands.
Where the air is still clean,
under the gentle light
of the stars.
Where fire turns into love,
the river speaks and the mountain, jungle.
Today I found a place
for the two of us
in that new land.
America!..., it's America!
A whole immense garden,
that's America!
When God made Eden
He thought of America.
Every new sunset
the sky starts to burn
and I hear the wind.
That brings me with its song
a love complaint
like a lament.
The perfume of a flower,
the rhythm of a drum
in the prairies.
Dances of war and peace
of a people that still
hasn't broken its chains.
America!..., it's America!
A whole immense garden,
that's America!
When God made Eden
He thought of America.
America!..., it's America!
A whole immense garden,
that's America!
When God made Eden
He thought of America.
America!..., it's America!
A whole immense garden,
that's America!
