Song to Sacatepequez
Ancient, city of dreams,
since colonial times
beautiful legends are woven
under the canopy of the coffee plantation.
The ruins of your convents
only in fairy tales are seen,
titans are your volcanoes,
that protect you divine eden.
Your pretty and beautiful women
like roses perfume my being,
your sonorous and sweet marimbas
pour notes like a woman’s voice…
venero of sublime love
and that redeems my heart
meeting in San Felipe
that I venerate with devotion.
I sing to the «Thoughtful»
and your palaces, because there is no equal…
Ancient, among your ruins
let me sing a madrigal.
