Here I am on the road! Harmless thoughts run inside my head Strenuous days, rainy nights' in my mind just the memories Searching for the stolen dreams The caravan of agony fleeing to the Andean highlands The runaways are getting weak! The elders and the children sick! Hunger and plague makes us agonize I went out, for a while! Where's my trust? Terrifying hand! Dreadful night haunts my soul stealing me, in my darkest dreams Believing in the presence of a sacred guide, the caravan Travelled for many miles with no place to rest Wiraqocha came to me said: take them to the sacred lake My child and the answers you'll find Here in the sacred lake you made Capác and Ocllo And then they taught us how to pray they told us, they showed us that love is the only way! Now I feel... I am... away from the dream Miles and miles away! So far, so long! At last we found our home Fly like feathers in the sky! Reach paradise Fair is the path of those who believe and carry on Here in the sacred lake you created the moon and sun And then they taught us how to pray They told us, they showed us that love overcomes hate I bend my knees... I wish... away from the dream