India, mother, the Pachamama blesses those who were born to mourn you, those who were born to mourn you.
India, mother, I am perishing in silence because of the sign of your blood, because of the sign of your blood.
You were the captive eunuch there in the Temple of the Sun,
the beloved of India.
The eunuch who once sang to you.
Then they shone in the land of your Lord.
And before you died, you left brown children of the sun.
And before you died, you left brown children of the sun.
India, mother, your name remained in the sand and your presence in the air.
India, mother, your name remained in the sand and your presence in the air.
India, mother, the Pachamama blesses those who were born to mourn you, those who were born to mourn you.
India, mother, that they sing and bless you.

Thank you.