El regreso del indio

Behind the mountains the sun
has disappeared.
A man walks sadly,
cheer him up.

The native returns home now
The native returns home now,
the glorious day has arrived
etc...
on a path that passes by the snowy Andes.

Huge, brown eyes,
tired body dragging along,
feet getting tangled in thistles,
going through the Puna in silence.

When he approaches his hut,
he raises his voice to the sky.
His prayer flies high,
high like a condor in flight.

The native embraces his woman,
she embraces him in return,
the child cries in their arms,
the Moon with its light illuminates the three.

Laralala...