Tierra Del Sol
Los Manseros Santiagueños
Land of the Sun
Land of the Sun is my home, a message from ancient trails
Land of blue mothers, rain of white stars
Weaving dreams from the water over the traveling foam
Land of shadow burned by the tree of silence
Wood that ignites the soul when memories bloom
And it becomes flesh in the firewood, splintered, lonely, and deserted
Land of dry verses, black winds of the bagualas
A patch that evokes memories burning inside
Like ashes of loves falling apart over time
Tremble, Santiago, my land, homeland of fire that shakes
I want my song to name you, mother of all lands
So that the towns can sing with the blood of chacareras
Under your sky, a silk guitar ignites
That flies through the night over village songs
When the morning star is a bridge crossing shadows of sand
Land colored with the sorrows that man brings out
When the Moon dies, the cross of absence
And the spirits run wild on stone steeds
Land of clay monkeys, heart with open wings
Only your wound is known by those who sing and dream of you
When the magic of wine reveals an angel that flies
Tremble, Santiago, my land, homeland of fire that shakes
I want my song to name you, mother of all lands
So that the towns can sing with the blood of chacareras
