Look at the mountains
Flirting with the clouds
The sky envying
The sea's color
As she makes love to the shores
Even the soil drools
With waterfalls
At the sight of the rivers curves
The forests will stay a mystery
To the brightest rays of the sun
But the moon will listen
Along with his fellow stars
To its orchestra
Run by the creatures it hides
And despite this cancer
Called men
This country will remain
Bald and Beautiful
