Tierra Querida
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Beloved Land
(zamba)
A beautiful voice, who had it,
to sing to you all my life,
but my star gave me this accent,
and that's how I feel you, beloved land.
But my star gave me this accent,
and that's how I feel you, beloved land.
Like a pebble rolling down,
my shadow wanders, dream and wound.
I am wild, like your thickets,
and that's how I sing to you, beloved land.
I am wild, like your thickets,
and that's how I sing to you, beloved land.
I will walk through the hills,
forests and plains, all my life,
bringing verses
to your hope, beloved land.
Bringing verses
to your hope, beloved land.
I am given their fires, warm zondas,
I am given their strength, brave pamperos,
and in the silence of the ravines,
wanders the shadow of my grandparents.
And in the silence of the ravines,
wanders the shadow of my grandparents.
Moons saw me through those hills,
and in the darkened plains,
seeking the soul of your landscapes,
to sing to you, beloved land.
Seeking the soul of your landscapes,
to sing to you, beloved land.
I will walk through the hills, forests and plains,
all my life,
bringing verses
to your hope, beloved land.
Bringing verses
to your hope, beloved land.
