Cuando Deje Mi Tierra

I wanna pack the air in a suitcase
And take THE SCENT of violets
And of the carnation
and the carnation
When I left my land to not return.

I wanna take mornings and cool breezes
Nightingale songs in my suitcase
My sunrise
my sunrise
When I left my land to not return
I wanna take

the hours I spent
Lost in the streets and school
Gray childhood, that becomes
Memory of yesterday
asleep between the classroom and the staircase
I wanna take

summer and farmer
To leave the land in spring
And the green wheat under the sun
The flower from my garden
And the wind that falls asleep on my balcony
I wanna take the white from my walls
And the water from the clouds and the fountains
To drink
To drink
When I left my land to not return
I wanna take the flight of my doves
And the partridge that sings from hill to hill
My sunset
my sunset
When I left my land to not return.

I wanna take
kept close to me
My dreams, my guitar, and my fantasies
My sorrows and my loneliness
my sparrow's nest
My afternoons in the shade of the fig tree
My awakening, my mother, my song
My orchard next to the village and my path
The house where I was born
And the kiss of my goodbye
And the wind that falls asleep on my balcony
I wanna pack the air in a suitcase
And take the scent of violets
And of the carnation
and the carnation
When I left my land to not return
When I left my land to not return.