Canto Al Avila
Voy de petare rumbo a la pastora
Contemplando la montaña que decora a mi ciudad
Llevando matices de la buena aurora
Con la fauna y con la flora de un antaño sin igual
Y sabe Dios los pintores, las paletas, cuanta pluma del poeta
Cuantos ojos encontraron un momento de solaz
Y digo yo, vas regalandole al día
Carga de buena energia
Vas haciendo más humano mi sentir y mi cantar
Cerro avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Y sabe Dios los pintores, las paletas, cuanta pluma del poeta
Cuantos ojos encontraron un momento de solaz
Y digo yo, vas regalandole al día
Carga de buena energia
Vas haciendo más humano mi sentir y mi cantar
Cerro avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Avila, cerro el avila
Song to the Avila Mountain
I'm heading to the hood
Admiring the mountain that adorns my city
Carrying shades of the early dawn
With the fauna and the flora of a bygone era
And God knows the painters, the palettes, how many feathers of the poet
How many eyes found a moment of solace
And I say, you're giving the day
A load of good energy
You're making my feelings and my singing more human
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
And God knows the painters, the palettes, how many feathers of the poet
How many eyes found a moment of solace
And I say, you're giving the day
A load of good energy
You're making my feelings and my singing more human
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain
Avila mountain, Avila mountain