When the morning comes and the last shadow pass by, The people of the Sierra look up to the sunny mountains. Look up where the white Condor is flying so lonely, as a greeting to the sun sounds their old song.
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When the work is done, the evening peace begins, The people look up, where the sunset is burning, And they are thinking about how quickly a happiness often passes, And out of one thousand heart it sounds like a prayer.
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