Leyenda Del Cerro Largo
En mi pago hay una sierra
En mi pago hay una sierra que no es sierra sin embargo
Sino que es un cerro largo que le da nombre a mi tierra
Cuentan que su historia encierra una leyenda de amor
De india con español, y una tribu que no ceja
Que pelea y muere sin queja, de frente al conquistador
Era una raza salvaje que allí tenía su querencia
Que amaba la independencia que le daba su coraje
En medio de aquel indiaje una indiecita vivía
Linda entre gente bravía, dulce como lechiguana
Una virgen arachana, con calor, de mediodia
La india se enamoro
La india se enamoro, su inocencia de torcaza
Se encandilo en la coraza de un oficial español
Y de un lanzaso murió del cacique enfurecido
Porque amaba a un enemigo, de su raza y de su gente
La tierra, gimió doliente, al ver su cuerpo caído
Hoy sigue tendida allí, sumida en hondo letargo
Su cuerpo es el cerro largo, su pecho el guazunambí
Por eso lo quiero así, porque es salvaje y es tierno
Porque inspira amor eterno, puro coraje y bravura
Pura inocencia y dulzura, virgen india de mi cerro
Legend of the Long Hill
In my homeland there is a mountain
In my homeland there is a mountain that is not a mountain, however
But a long hill that gives its name to my land
They say its history holds a legend of love
Between an indigenous woman and a Spaniard, and a tribe that does not give up
That fights and dies without complaint, facing the conqueror
It was a wild race that had its home there
That loved the independence that its courage gave
In the midst of that Indian tribe, a young Indian girl lived
Beautiful among fierce people, sweet as lechiguana
A virgin Arachana, with the heat of midday
The Indian fell in love
The Indian fell in love, her innocence like a turtledove
Was captivated by the armor of a Spanish officer
And she died from a spear thrown by the enraged chief
Because she loved an enemy, from her own race and people
The land mourned sadly, seeing her fallen body
Today she still lies there, in deep slumber
Her body is the long hill, her chest the guazunambí
That's why I love it like this, because it's wild and tender
Because it inspires eternal love, pure courage and bravery
Pure innocence and sweetness, virgin Indian of my hill
Escrita por: Martin Árdua / Tabaré Ertcheverry