Beautiful sky, where clouds and birds live, they grow and pass, with its soft flights.
Our beautiful land, of vast horizons that by the sea the mountains are lost or stopped.
¡Oh, sky of rains and gales!
¡Oh, land of wide and golden wheat fields!
¡Oh, land of men! Sky of the stars! (If the sky lights them up, man lives on them.)
Sun sky and water. Our land of bread. Between both of them my loves are shared.
I sell colorful clouds: the round ones, coloradas, to sweeten the heat!
I sell the purple and pink cirrus, the dawn, the golden twilights!
The yellow star, caught up to the green branch of the celestial peach tree!
I sell the snow, the flame and the crier's song!