Mi Tierra
Gloria Estefan
My Land
From my beautiful land, from my holy land
I hear that cry of the drums
And the timbales playing the cumbancha
And that street vendor singing
Who lives far from his land
And the memory makes him cry
A song that he keeps singing
Of his pain, of his own tears
And you can hear him suffering
The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not there
The land pushes you from root and lime
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore
The land where you were born
You can't forget it
Because it has your roots
And what you leave behind
The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not there
The street vendors continue, the melancholy
And every night next to the Moon
The peasant keeps singing the son
And every street that goes to my town
Has a lament, has a sorrow
Has nostalgia like its voice
And that song that keeps singing
Runs in the blood and keeps coming
With more strength to the heart
The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not there
The land pushes you from root and lime
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore
It has a lament, has a sorrow
I never forget it
I carry it in my feelings, yes sir!
I hear that cry, the memory lives
It runs in my blood
I carry it inside me, of course!
I sing of my beautiful and holy land
I suffer that pain in its soul
Even if I'm far away, I feel it
And one day I'll return, I know
The street vendors continue, the melancholy
And every night next to the Moon
The peasant keeps singing the son
And every street that goes to my town
Has a lament, has a sorrow
Has nostalgia like its voice
And that song that keeps singing
Runs in the blood and keeps coming
With more strength to the heart
The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not there
The land pushes you from root and lime
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore
