Galicia

Where the fire draws flowers among ashes
where the sky and the seagulls paint the breeze
where the wedding dress is green
and hope is already in a hurry
there is a land and a very strong sea
like a smile.
Autumn, a deep goodbye and a lonely dog
the announcement of that night that never ends
the gaze that doesn't promise
for not daring to break the magic
but that waits and keeps waiting
that's Galicia.
My land of longing
I bring you a smile
and a piece of homesickness
for those who listen to me
far from the beloved land.
My land of longing
when I no longer have life
I want them to take me towards you so you can hug me
my dear land
my dear mother our Galicia.
An old woman told stories and a child sleeps
the morning was surprised
that the night did not hide.
Our clothes sleep on the floor
and the bells call for mass
I carry Galicia inside my soul
I feel Galicia.
My land...