Tierra Mia
Enrique Gotera
My Land
(Whoever loves you more than I do, let them throw their verse first)
(With the warrior spirit of the Maracayo Indian, I love you)
(I love you because I love you, no questions or answers)
(I live singing to your feats, until I die, my land)
(And when that day comes, I'll take you with me)
In space I sink to watch the Sun pass by
That spreads splendor of you, my beloved lake
I know the Sun is your son who comes to bathe in you
It takes light from the Catatumbo when it comes to rest
When it comes to rest from the eternal hustle of going around the world
Lake of plants and stars
Those that an Indian is fishing
Many seagulls flying
All the footwear in palm trees
A lightning bolt like no other
Bagpipe for you to sing
And a woman here you have
Who is the mother of God the Father
Lake of plants and stars
Those that an Indian is fishing
Many seagulls flying
All the footwear in palm trees
A lightning bolt like no other
Bagpipe for you to sing
And a woman here you have
Who is the mother of God the Father
How to say that I love you, pool of beautiful splendor
You know well that you are my love and that you are my standard
And from loving you so much as I pass the bridge
Suddenly you seem to me that you are part of the sky
With a thousand twinkling lights that play at being stars
Lake of plants and stars
Those that an Indian is fishing
Many seagulls flying
All the footwear in palm trees
A lightning bolt like no other
Bagpipe for you to sing
And a woman here you have
Who is the mother of God the Father
Lake of plants and stars
Those that an Indian is fishing
Many seagulls flying
All the footwear in palm trees
A lightning bolt like no other
Bagpipe for you to sing
And a woman here you have
Who is the mother of God the Father
In the distance I see palm trees greeting me as I arrive
They leave with the dawn, a night rewarded with stars
A tip of a star that pushes a muleteer
Singing a beautiful verse, inspiration for bagpipers
Through the paths of the sky towards the infinite space
Lake of plants and stars
Those that an Indian is fishing
Many seagulls flying
All the footwear in palm trees
A lightning bolt like no other
Bagpipe for you to sing
And a woman here you have
Who is the mother of God the Father
Lake of plants and stars
Those that an Indian is fishing
Many seagulls flying
All the footwear in palm trees
A lightning bolt like no other
Bagpipe for you to sing
And a woman here you have
Who is the mother of God the Father
