La Pinta, la Niña y la Santa María

I dreamed of an old sailor
Selling chimeras
I dreamed of tracing
The route of a traveling bird
I dreamed in golden legends
In distant empires
I felt that my indomitable race
Did not submit

I dreamed of
The Pinta, the Niña, and the Santa María
I dreamed of a handful of men
Sailing the seas
I dreamed that Columbus
Harassed, promised land
Feeling his life hanging by a thread
With faith he told them

The illusion is round
The wide sea is round
Another gigantic land
Exists beyond
It has the shape of a woman
It has volcano breasts
I swear
We will soon arrive

I dreamed that in the soul of the Indian
There were chains
Of so many who we were
Only a few remained
I still hear Columbus
Convincing the Queen
With the world sphere in his hands
Singing this theme

The illusion is round
The wide sea is round
Another gigantic land
Exists beyond
It has the shape of a woman
It has volcano breasts
I swear
We will soon arrive

The illusion is round
The wide sea is round
Another gigantic land
Exists beyond
It has the shape of a woman
It has volcano breasts
I swear
We will soon arrive