Mi Tierra

From my beautiful land, from my sacred land,
I hear that cry of the drums and timbales playing the cumbanchar
And that street vendor's chant, a brother singing, who lives far from his land
And the memory makes him cry, a song he keeps singing
About his pain, his own tears, and you can hear him suffer

The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not here
The land pushes you from roots and lime
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore

The land where you were born, you can't forget it
Because it has your roots and what you leave behind

The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not here

The street vendors continue, the melancholy
And every night next to the moon, the countryman keeps singing the son
And every street that leads to my town, has a moan, has a lament
It has nostalgia like its voice
And that song he keeps singing
Runs in the blood and keeps reaching the heart with more strength

The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not here
The land pushes you from roots and lime
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore

It has a moan, it has a lament
I never forget it, I carry it in my feelings, oh yes!
I hear that cry, the memory lives
It runs in my blood, I carry it inside, why not!
I sing of my beautiful and sacred land, I suffer that pain in its soul
Even if I'm far, I feel it, and one day I'll return, I know it

The street vendors continue, the melancholy
And every night next to the moon, the countryman keeps singing the son
And every street that leads to my town, has a moan, has a lament
It has nostalgia like its voice
It reaches my heart with strength

The land hurts you, the land gives you
In the middle of the soul when you're not here
The land pushes you from roots and lime
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore