Tierra Mia
Atahualpa Yupanqui
My Land
What will you have, my land
That we carry
In our eyes, your celebration
And in our souls, your sorrow
Your mountains, your plains
Your roads, your waters
Routes that lead to the sky
Summits that we reach
If winter has brought
Storms and snow
And the rivers roared
And the stones creaked
At the break of dawn
Who like you would feel
After a storm
Freshness in the soul
Music of your nights
Song of your mornings
Strength of your silence
When you're quiet
A force of life
That comes down from the heavens
And flourishes in us
Like a spring
That takes away the shadows
And gives us silences
To sow in them
Good inspirations
