Zillertaler Schürzenjäger
Miscellaneous
Sierra Madre
When the morning comes and the last shadows disappear,
The people of the Sierra look up to the sunny heights n.
Look up where the white condor moves so lonely,
Her old song sounds like a greeting to the sun:
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur, Sierra, Sierra Madre.
Oh, oh, Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur, Sierra, Sierra Madre.
(Instrumental)
When the work is done, the evening peace begins,
Look 'n the people of the Sierra, where the sunset glows.
And they think of how quickly happiness often passes,
and from a thousand hearts it sounds like a prayer:
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur...

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS