EL Nino in capricious mood had made
A desert, bare as moonscape, and life-springs fade
On the Altiplano
The hills and valleys once alive and green
Are now gray dust; no flower, no plant is seen
On the Altiplano
Some, hopeless, leave the only home they’ve known
To vanish, like sand, scattered, wind-blown
On the Altiplano
And leave behind the few who choose to stay.
At night, they dream the past: sweet falling rains.
At dawn, with heavy hearts, see drought-dead plains
Still on the Altiplano
On the Altiplano the hungry children cry;
Death stalks the barren fields as their world grows dry.
Oh, pray for those of the Altiplano
Pray, friends,
That soon the rains will come
So hunger ends
On the Altiplano
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