Leyenda Del Cerro Largo

In my homeland there is a mountain
In my homeland there is a mountain that is not a mountain, however
But a long hill that gives its name to my land
They say its history holds a legend of love
Between an indigenous woman and a Spaniard, and a tribe that does not give up
That fights and dies without complaint, facing the conqueror

It was a wild race that had its home there
That loved the independence that its courage gave
In the midst of that Indian tribe, a young Indian girl lived
Beautiful among fierce people, sweet as lechiguana
A virgin Arachana, with the heat of midday

The Indian fell in love
The Indian fell in love, her innocence like a turtledove
Was captivated by the armor of a Spanish officer
And she died from a spear thrown by the enraged chief
Because she loved an enemy, from her own race and people
The land mourned sadly, seeing her fallen body

Today she still lies there, in deep slumber
Her body is the long hill, her chest the guazunambí
That's why I love it like this, because it's wild and tender
Because it inspires eternal love, pure courage and bravery
Pure innocence and sweetness, virgin Indian of my hill