I wish I could hear the singing of America
I wish I could hear his profound rumor
The continental harmony singing through me.
Between the wind and the torpid breath of the day
In the eternal freshness of my land
In the eternal paradise in war
Give me your rich energy
So I may sing the diversity of these lands.
Give me the power of your herbs, the splendid chemistry of your jungle,
Give me the knowledge of my ancestors
The cure of the sick soul
The transformation into animals
In masks of universal powers
In masks of universal powers
Let me glimpse your secret kingdom
The travel of the ancestral shaman to the hidden dimensions of mind.
Let my words resonate with the tone of my old fathers
With the deep fire of your desert void of hours
With your warm beaches, cool mountains and immense rivers
With valleys, jungles, forests.
Let my words have the skin of your different races
The aroma of the world's richest flowers
The laughter and joy of the people
The taste of the exotic fruits
The texture of songs and the plumage of birds.
Listen Colombia
Give me the gift to talk about your magic
About the starry nights that open wild and melodious
Filled with voices that hang between the stars
Full of murmuring waters
The beating of leaves
The thread of crickets and frogs in harmony weaving
A network of mythologies.
Through the red earth let me vibrate with your tone
And look to the first man and woman of this land;
Here they come in a canoe
Beyond the Milky Way they come
In a snake across the river
Leaving a trail of stars remote.
They come with three sacred plants
To dream, to dance, to sing and play his tragic comedy.
Beyond the west side they see a premonition, the shadows of death
As a multitude of ancient beasts making the time roar.
Oh let me understand our war, Colombia
To make a resounding verse
And to transform its noise,
In a flower and a deep fire.
I would like the ancient voices of our mythology to sound through me
I would like to capture the magical essence of energy
To be the plants, the fish, the son of the sun
To be the shaman, the visionary, the victim, the sacrificed,
To be the idol and the anthropomorphic god.
And this being all mine, you would make it yours
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