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Intip Sapan Churin Capaj Inca...Apurimà.
Kon Tiki Illac Wiracocha !.
Building cities so close to the sky, with temples of immortal essence,
And under the Inti, they make themselves felt, like the majestic king condor in the Andes,
Sons of the sun they feel and call themselves,...
Intip Churin.
Chavin de Huantar !.
Chanchan is the place where glory and lordship Chimù are born,
In the fields of Nazca that cover the Pampa, the desert is dressed in images,
Those who live it know,...
They are Wiracocha and Pacha Camaj, foam and sparkle on earth,
Gods masters who live without fear,
Magic, charm, and mystery, in the universal city (Cuzco).
Man faithful strength, son of the sun,...You are!,
Inca, oh living memory, and no one else but him, knows of his being,
Because in his works fits, Inti,...
Because from his eyes come,...drops of sun !.