Abriendo Venas Del Monte

Opening the veins of the mountain
The man goes with his machinery
Dragging flowers and fruits
On a lap of sap

To sow our greed
Tomorrow slips away from us
Towards the path of a desert
Without echoes of birds and guitars

The man spins in his arrogance
Without loving Mother Earth
Learn from the wise Indian
Who lived in peace with her

Those who go to the mountain chopping
With the axe of money
Won't be able to buy its shadow
When the sun burns their dreams

It's brown blood the splinter
That flies fleeting from the tree
Mature flesh of time
Crying broken dreams

Let's not make a culture
Just sorrows of an exile
Because the mountain brings dawns
Sheltering the locals

It blooms alongside its fears
A green sky in the foliage
The children that its branches give
Await the new dawn

Those who go to the mountain chopping
With the axe of money
Won't be able to buy its shadow
When the sun burns their dreams.