Song to Quetzaltenango

Quetzaltenango,
city of poetry and song,
divine source
of my inspiration
I sing to your sky
and your climate without equal.

are your volcanoes
of Santa Maria and Zunil,
grandiose peaks
of my Xelajú
Seven Ears, Santiago
and your hill «El Baul».

They are your precious women
organdy Butterflies,
they have cherries on their lips
and in the kisses they pour honey.

I sing to the dry river
and your river Xequijel,
to your park, to Calvary,
to Minerva and Terminal.

They are your little streets
paved with illusion,
at night the stars
They tell me about their love.

In your beautiful democracy
all is grace and stillness,
for all that I sing to you
my beloved Xelajú.