English

THE POEM

Song of the Andes

In the high peaks of the cold Andes,
the wind whispers tales of brotherhood,
love stretches across the lost valleys,
respecting the land with deep truth,
and peace blossoms in its vastness.

Under the Andean sky, voices rise,
from towns that teach the art of living,
respecting the earth, without breaking its ties,
the union of men who wish to hear,
in true love, without fleeing.

The river that flows from the mountains knows,
that love is the force that cannot stop,
respecting the land that in its path shows,
with every drop of water, healing the heart,
the wounds of the soul, as memories start.

In every stone of the Andes echoes
the promise, firm and loyal,
respect for life that never slows,
in nature, an ancestral bond,
united by life, so essential.

Close your eyes and listen to the whisper
that comes from the heart of the mountains,
where love blossoms and never murmurs,
and respect grows like unbroken grass,
in the soul of the Andes, our flag.