Condor in flight

The Simon & Garfinkle version:
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would
I'd rather be a hammer than an nail
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
Away, it's tied up to the ground
It gives the world its saddest sound
Its saddest sound

I'd rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would

[Words by Paul Simon,
music by Daniel Alomias Robles]


The Andean Condor belong to a family of birds that include Turkey Vultures, Black Vultures, California Condors and the rare King Vulture. These American Vultures share many interesting characteristics; such as being specialized carrion eaters, having a bald head, and weak flight muscles. Instead of flapping their wings to fly, vultures often soar by relying on rising air currents to carry them from one place of another.
Around 1916, Peruvian composer Daniel Alomias Robles notated this popular traditional melody and used it as the basis for an instrumental suite. Many varied lyrics have since been written, but this anonymous version invites the singer to ride on its back high above the earth where, from that vantage point, one sees no borders, no frontiers - "all are equal." After a college concert in South Dakota in the late 70's, I was given these words by a young teacher named Loren Silver, who said he had been living and teaching in Bolivia for several years.
James Durst

MWW Shirley and I visited Machu Picchu and were awed by the flight of the condors through the entire trip.
Bill

EL CONDOR PASA

El condor al pasar me dijo a mí,
Sígueme, más allá, y tú verás
En la espalda del condor me senté,
A volar, cada vez más alto, el cielo alcanzar
Mirar, mirar hacia la tierra,
Tan distinta de lo que ví
Fronteras no se deben ver,
Todo el mundo, desde allí, es lo que ví

El condor al cantar se escuchó,
Repitió, son hermanos, todos iguales


A Rough translation:
The condor when passing said to me to me,
Sígueme, further on, and you will see
On the back of the condor I seated,
to fly, more and more high,
to reach the sky
To watch, to watch towards the Earth,
So different from which Borders
Can not be seen,
Everyone, from there, is what I saw
The condor to sing listened themselves,
Repeated, are brothers, all equals

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