Dawn seeing the beauty of my country, spectacular view of a strong lake that refuses to die, I love you lake, you are the fresh water where one day the little chinita appeared who is our patron, my lake that keeps the waves and the beautiful white foam that tells us he is alive.
My beautiful lake that gives us the majestic beauty of fish that today refuse to die for a devastating hand that is the man that harms our nature.
For you my lake aria whatever for the recovery of my beautiful lake
