Sierra Madre

When the morning comes
And the last shadows disappear,
The people of the Sierra look up
To the sunny heights.
Look up,
Where the white condor flies so lonely,
Like a greeting to the sun
Their old song resounds.

Refrain:
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur,
Sierra, Sierra Madre, oh, oh,
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur,
Sierra, Sierra Madre.
When the work is done
And the evening peace begins,
The people look up
Where the Sierra glows in the evening red.
And they think about
How quickly happiness often fades,
And from a thousand hearts
It sounds like a prayer.

Refrain:
|: Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur,
Sierra, Sierra Madre, oh, oh,
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur,
Sierra, Sierra Madre. :|