| Montana (original) | Montana (translation) |
|---|---|
| Si tuvieras fe como grano de mostaza | If you bore faith as a mustard seed—gold dust cupped in your slender hand, |
| Eso lo dice el Señor | So speaks the Lord: his word a river stirring stones to heed its song, |
| Tu le dirias a la montaña | You, daughter, would call to the mountain—its shadow sprawling vast upon your land— |
| Muevete, muevete | Stir, awaken—move from your ancient slumber, |
| Esa montaña se movera… | That mountain will turn in its sleep, as a beast roused by thunder… |
| Se movera, se movera | It shall stir, it shall heave—the earth remembering wonder |
