Estrella Guia

Holy Mary in the sky there's a star
That guides the Asturians

Guide us, star
Teach us not to stop thinking
Shine light on this land bathed by the sea
Give us faith to fight to keep our own alive
Let no one uproot the roots of this town
A town that wants to keep this fire alive
Many want to take us out of the game
Here we could make a dead man's heart beat
If it doesn't turn the mountains into a desert
You are light with tears from the mass exodus
Don't stretch out, wounded traveler
Who leaves behind what's most beloved
Will know how to return
Won't feel completely lost
The accent is the first thing lost
The desire to return never
Butterflies rise from the stomach to the neck
To be who we are
I consider this people a pride
The cold doesn't freeze our warmer blood
We have the joys
They don't fly away in the fog
And experience furnishes our minds
Close memo, lands we live
We are of the land
We are land
And this land is ours
Your memory projects our sad image
Here and elsewhere thinking of you we see
We will never let you sink in waters that would lead you
Under them terrible fish await you
Shiny words trying to sell us smoke
Promise to turn our present into a future
The choice of a people with pure feelings
A rude gesture
Our promises crash against a wall
Valleys turn into ports
From where your children will depart
Shepherds without a fixed flock
So bring a coat if you come to my land
You'll know how to get there, follow the star

Holy Mary in the sky there's a star
That guides the Asturians