Contamana

Contamana, your beautiful women
Bunch of stars
You adorn everything
From the sky to the sea

Nymphs without equal
From the spring, forest or river
Neither in winter nor in summer
Do they lose beauty

Contamana, my songs
Are hosanna
For the sweet homes
That exist in your city

Nymphs without equal
From the spring, forest or river
Neither in winter, nor in summer
Do they lose beauty

Contamana, my songs
Are hosanna
For the sweet homes
That exist in your city

Nymphs without equal
From the spring, forest or river
Neither in winter, nor in summer
Do they lose beauty