Caracola Madre Tierra - Illapu

De una caracola fluye

La semilla en la semilla

Une todos los perfumes

Los de la muerte y la vida

Cuando inventó la dulzura

Nació el fruto y el aroma

Su lecho es toda la tierra

Rie cuando todos dudan

Esa dulce caracola

Pan, semilla, pecho ardiente

Puede ser la Rigoberta

En Guatemala y su gente

Puede buscar a sus nietos

Plaza de Mayo impaciente

O tantas que sin justicia

En Juárez siguen silentes

Siguen silentes…

Inventoras de vertientes

Harina que multiplica

El pan que muchos no tienen

Y que sus manos abrigan

Hay caracolas del mundo

Gladys, Frida, Joan, Violeta

Son perfume de muchachas

Miradas siempre despiertas

From a shell it flows

The seed in the seed

Unite all the perfumes

Those of death and life

When he invented sweetness

The fruit and the aroma were born

His bed of him is all the earth

Laugh when everyone doubts

that sweet conch

Bread, seed, burning chest

It could be Rigoberta

In Guatemala and its people

You can search for your grandchildren

Impatient Plaza de Mayo

Or so many that without justice

In Juarez they are still silent

They remain silent...

Inventors of slopes

flour that multiplies

The bread that many do not have

And that your hands shelter

There are shells of the world

Gladys, Frida, Joan, Violet

They are perfume of girls

eyes always awake