Sierra Nevada
En mi merida gentil
Cuando empieza a amanecer
La blancura de la nieve
En la sierra ya se ve
Y las nubes de algodón
Al pasar
Una estela de nostalgia
Por el cerro dejaran
Blanco y azul, el pico se ve alla
Y un frio tul, la cima cubre ya
El frailejon y la flor del cafe
Me hablan de ti, de ti linda mujer
Al caer la tarde gris
La cumbre no se ve mas
Y aparecen las estrellas
Titilando sin cesar
Pienso en los luceros
De tu mirar
Ojos negros que destellan
En la fria oscuridad
Eres mujer, de mis andes natal
Orquidea fiel, que perfuma el hogar
Tu rostro es, de cera y de cristal
Tienes rubor, rubor angelical
Sierra Nevada
In my beloved land
When dawn begins
The whiteness of the snow
In the sierra is already seen
And the cotton clouds
As they pass by
Will leave a trail of nostalgia
On the hill
White and blue, the peak is seen over there
And a cold veil already covers the summit
The frailejon and the coffee flower
Speak to me of you, of you lovely woman
As the gray evening falls
The summit is no longer visible
And the stars appear
Twinkling incessantly
I think of the bright stars
In your gaze
Black eyes that sparkle
In the cold darkness
You are a woman, from my native Andes
Faithful orchid, perfuming the home
Your face is, of wax and glass
You have a blush, angelic blush