Sube conmigo amor americano

Rise with me American love

Rise with me, American love.
Kiss with me the secret stones.
The torrential silver of Urubamba
makes pollen fly to its yellow cup.
The void of the vine flies,
the stony silver, the hard garland
over the silence of the mountain drawer.
Come, tiny life, between the wings
of the earth, while - crystal and cold, beaten air -
removing contested emeralds,
oh, wild water, you descend from the snow.
Rise with me, American love.
Rise with me, American love.
Love, love, until the abrupt night,
from the sonorous Andean flint,
towards the dawn on red knees,
contemplate the blind son of the snow.
Rise with me, American love
Rise with me, American love.
Oh, Wilkamayu of sonorous threads,
when you break your linear thunders
in white foam, like wounded snow,
when your cliff wind...
Rise with me, American brother.
Rise with me, American brother.
...sing and punish waking up the sky,
what language do you bring to the ear barely
uprooted from your Andean foam?
Rise with me, American brother.
Rise with me, American brother.
Rise with me, American brother.
Rise with me, American brother.
Rise with me, American brother.