Sierra Nevada

In my beloved land
When dawn begins
The whiteness of the snow
In the sierra is already seen

And the cotton clouds
As they pass by
Will leave a trail of nostalgia
On the hill

White and blue, the peak is seen over there
And a cold veil already covers the summit
The frailejon and the coffee flower
Speak to me of you, of you lovely woman

As the gray evening falls
The summit is no longer visible
And the stars appear
Twinkling incessantly

I think of the bright stars
In your gaze
Black eyes that sparkle
In the cold darkness

You are a woman, from my native Andes
Faithful orchid, perfuming the home
Your face is, of wax and glass
You have a blush, angelic blush