Viento Puro
by Guy Lacroix
Viento *puro, en sus plumas
El *sol, y su calor
A su *lado, l a montaña
Su *hogar, grandioso
Este *pajaro, poderoso
Pescando, en el rio
Su *reflejo, sobre al agua
La *magia, de la luz
El aguila esta volando, sobre esta tierra
Animando el milagro, y todo su poder
El vuela en las alturas con los espiritus del cielo
Rezando por su madre……
Pacha Mama, ahaa, Pacha Mama, oohoo
El rio, esta fluyendo
Con agua, cristalina
En esta agua, se encuentra
Pura vida
Escuchando, su musica
Oigo, su sinfonia
El rio, esta fluyendo
Con Agua, divina
El aguila esta volando, sobre esta tierra
Animando el milagro, y todo su poder
El vuela en las alturas con los espiritus del cielo
Rezando por su madre……
Pacha Mama, ahaa, Pacha Mama, oohoo
“Pure wind in his feathers, the sun and your heat,
at his side, the mountain, his home, magnificent
This bird, powerful, fishing in the river,
his reflection upon the water, the magic of light
The eagle is flying over the earth,
embodying the miracle, and all his power
He flies in the heights with the spirits of the sky,
praying for our mother, Pacha Mama
The river is flowing with crystal clear water,
this water is pure Life
Listening to his music, I hear his symphony,
the river is flowing, with water divine
The eagle is flying over the earth,
embodying the miracle, and all his power
He flies in the heights with the spirits of the sky,
praying for our mother, Pacha Mama”