Lyrics and translation Victor Heredia - Sube Conmigo, Amor Americano

Sube Conmigo, Amor Americano

Sube conmigo, amor americano.
Besa conmigo las piedras secretas.
La plata torrencial del Urubamba
Hace volar el polen a su copa amarilla.
Vuela el vacío de la enredadera,
La plata pétrea, la guirnalda dura
Sobre el silencio del cajón serrano.
Ven, minúscula vida, entre las alas
De la tierra, mientras cristal y frío, aire golpeado-
Apartando esmeraldas combatidas,
Oh, agua salvaje, bajas de la nieve.
Sube conmigo, amor americano.
Sube conmigo, amor americano.
Amor, amor, hasta la noche abrupta,
Desde el sonoro pedernal andino,
Hacia la aurora de rodillas rojas,
Contempla el hijo ciego de la nieve.
Sube conmigo, amor americano
Sube conmigo, amor americano.
Oh, Wilkamayu de sonoros hilos,
Cuando rompes tus truenos lineales
En blanca espuma, como herida nieve,
Cuando tu vendaval acantilado...
Sube conmigo, hermano americano.
Sube conmigo, hermano americano.
...canta y castiga despertando al cielo,
¿Qué idioma traes a la oreja apenas
Desarraigada de tu espuma andina?
Sube conmigo, hermano americano.
Sube conmigo, hermano americano.
Sube conmigo, hermano americano.
Sube conmigo, hermano americano.
Sube conmigo, hermano americano.

Come Up With Me, American Love

Come up with me, American love.
Let's kiss the secret stones together.
The raging silver of Urubamba River
Makes pollen fly in its golden treetop.
Emptiness of the vine is flying,
The stony silver, the tough garland
Over the silence of the mountain box.
Come, tiny life, between the wings
Of the land, where crystal and cold, battered air-
Pushing away fighting emeralds,
Oh, wild waters, you come down from the snow.
Come up with me, American love.
Come up with me, American love.
Love, oh love, to the breaking night,
From the sonorous Andean flint,
Towards the dawn of red knees,
Contemplate the blind son of the snow.
Come up with me, American love.
Come up with me, American love.
Oh, Wilkamayu with sounding strings,
When you break your linear thunder
In white foam, like wounded snow,
When your cliff-faced gale...
Come up with me, American brother.
Come up with me, American brother.
...sings and punishes, waking heaven,
What language do you bring to the barely
Uprooted ear of your Andean foam?
Come up with me, American brother.
Come up with me, American brother.
Come up with me, American brother.
Come up with me, American brother.
Come up with me, American brother.