Añoralgias

This folk song sings to my distant land
Warm little town from our interior
Burning land that inspires my love
Dry and dusty from scorching sun
Remembering that burning land
My shout echoes, what heat

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

It was always very calm
My beloved town except that time
When the hurricane passed through
Old lands that are far away
My dear land, my sweet town
I'm afraid you 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
Is now a boiling lava torrent
That luckily sometimes calms down
When the time comes
For the flood

The hungry wolves
Howling shake
When they are bitten
By fierce mosquitoes
You can't sleep because of the screams
Of thousands of vultures darkening the sky
There's always some earthquake appearing
And in the evening meteorites rain down

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