Song to Jutiapa

How pretty, how happy Jutiapa is!
How precious is the Cradle of the Sun!
your beautiful and beautiful women
They are the reason for my song.

When climbing Cerro Colorado
the wind caresses me the swaying,
contemplating your salty river
and your “Cerro de Culma”, too.

I gladly sing to Quezada,
paradise of Salome Jil,
where I saw a dream creature,
adorable, precious and gentle.

The volcanoes of Moyuta and Chingo
unparalleled beauty and greenery
they wear sunday attire
in the beautiful eastern countryside.

And Asunción Mita flourishes
a little nest of dica and love,
a garden of pretty women
and «Atatuapa», which is all beauty.

By strumming my sonorous guitar
my whole being trembles,
when singing to the beautiful Conora,
to El Progreso and Yupiltepeque.

In Moyuta, a patch of heaven,
lying at the foot of the volcano,
Jalpatagua gives us the charm
and freshness of Andá Mira.

A dream are Atescatempa,
White water and beautiful Jerez
and they fall asleep Santa Catarina
on the slopes of the great Suchitán.