Asturias

Asturias, if I could,
if I knew how to sing to you.
Asturias green with mountains
and black with minerals.

I am a man from the south;
dust, sun, fatigue, and hunger
hunger for bread and horizons,
hunger.

Under the parched skin
solid rivers of blood
and the suffocated heart
with no relief in sight.

The eyes, blind eyes
blind from looking at you so much
without seeing you, Asturias of the soul
daughter of my own mother.

Twice, twice you had
the chance to risk it all
in a game of life
and both times you took the risk.

Who will bring down that tree
of Asturias already without foliage
naked, dry, nailed;
with its deep-rooted essence.

That runs through all of Spain
tensing us with courage
look, workers of the world
at its silhouette being outlined.

Against that unyielding sky
unbreakable vertical
firm on solid rock
its flesh vibrates wounded.

Millions of fists shout
their anger through the air
millions of hearts
beat against your prisons.

Prepare for your final leap
cowardly death, pale
prepare for your final leap
for Asturias is waiting for you.

Alone in the middle of the earth
daughter of my own mother.

Alone in the middle of the earth
daughter of my own mother.