Añoralgias

This zamba I sing to my distant land
Warm little town of our interior
Burning land that inspires my love
Dry and dusty, under scorching sun
Remembering that burning land
My shout echoes, what heat!

How I remember my beautiful little town
With your humid and dense air during the day
Warm nights of fantasy
Populated with magic of infinite charm
And the singing of your fresh little stream
Except in the ten months of drought

My beloved town was always very calm
Except that time when the hurricane passed
Old places that are far away
My dear land, my sweet village
I'm afraid you may have changed
After the last volcano eruption

Land that until yesterday sheltered my childhood
I always remember you with my heart
Although that sweet little stream
Today is a boiling torrent of lava
Which luckily sometimes goes out
When the time of flooding comes

The hungry wolves howling shake
When bitten by fierce mosquitoes
You can't sleep because of the screams
Of thousands of vultures darkening the sky
There's always an earthquake appearing
And in the evening meteorites rain

And if I could return to my little town
To my old town where I haven't returned
If I could return to the village
That always calls me, that always waits for me
If I could return to my town
I wouldn't do it even drunk