Caño Cristales

Clear water over ancient stone,
Quiet beneath the morning sun.
Then the season turns the river,
And the colors start to run.

Crimson waking,
Green and gold,
Every current
Starts to glow.

Caño Cristales,
River painted by the light.
Caño Cristales,
Red and green are burning bright.
Through the stone,
Through the rain,
Every color moves again.
Caño Cristales,
Living colors in the current.

Scarlet gardens under water,
Pink beneath the rushing white.
Rock and river, rain and sunlight,
Changing everything in sight.

Water rising,
Water low,
With the season
Colors grow.

Caño Cristales,
River painted by the light.
Caño Cristales,
Red and green are burning bright.
Through the stone,
Through the rain,
Every color moves again.
Caño Cristales,
Living colors in the current.

Not paint,
Not fire,
Not a trick of the sun.
A living river
Changing as it runs.

CAÑO CRISTALES!
River painted by the light.
Caño Cristales,
Red and green are burning bright.
Through the stone,
Through the rain,
Every color moves again.
Caño Cristales,
Living colors in the current.