Macondo

The hundred years of Macondo echo, echo in the air
And the years of Gabriel trumpet, trumpeting announce
And chained Macondo dreams of José Arcadio
And though life passes like a whirlwind of memories

Aureliano's sorrows, there are four
Remedios' beauties, violins
Amaranta's passions, guitar
And Melquíades' enchantment, it's an oboe
Úrsula a hundred years, solitude Macondo
Úrsula a hundred years, solitude Macondo

You are the epic of a forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love and history (x2)

I imagine and live again
In my sunburned memory

Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly free (x2)

(Hey Sergio, the big bird)

The hundred years of Macondo echo, echo in the air
And the years of Gabriel trumpet, trumpeting announce
And chained Macondo sounds with José Arcadio
And though life passes like a whirlwind of memories

Aureliano's sorrows, there are four
Remedios' beauties, violins
Amaranta's passions, guitar
And Melquíades' enchantment, it's an oboe
Úrsula a hundred years, solitude Macondo
Úrsula a hundred years, solitude Macondo

You are the epic of a forgotten people
Forged in a hundred years of love and history (x2)

I imagine and live again
In my sunburned memory

Yellow butterflies Mauricio Babilonia
Yellow butterflies that fly free (x2)