Quito sing the song of my heart!
Between your mountain ranges
the air is light — so high you are!
I watch the lights at night’s fall
Basillica Del Voto in all her grandeur
Sweet Ecuador holds you so dear!
You were born upon the ruins
of an ancient Inca city
I lay my soul at your feet
Sing to me my Andean highlands
Kiss me with your ancient lore
dust my lips — so gently close my eyes