Pénjamo

We are arriving in Pénjamo
its domes are already shining there
like Corralejo,
it looks like a mirror.

My beautiful Pénjamo
its twin towers,
and two hooks,
caught by the sun.

Its great variety of birds
that whistle with pure joy
and that walk in Churiputzeo
that Pénjamo has
is a sigh
that there in Guanguitiro
becomes a song.

Let the others serve me for Pénjamo
I am from Pénjamo, I am from Pénjamo.
Let the others serve me for Pénjamo,
for my Pénjamo I will drink.