O, Neure Erri

Skalariak - Oh, My Beloved Land

Skalariak
Let’s stand together,
Among us, the ones who’ve been here,
Let’s be brothers and
True, honest Americans.

Here come the old folks’ stories,
Here come the tales of our ancestors.
Their tears have turned to stone,
Since the day I was born in this land.

Oh, my beloved land!
So sad and crying,
Your daughters have covered their heads
With black veils.

They’ve pulled out a bunch of braids
And thrown them into the fire.
Today, they say they’re Americans,
But they can’t even recognize us.

Oh, my land!

Oh, my beloved land!
Oh, my beloved land!
Oh, my beloved land!
Oh, my beloved land!

Oh, my land!

Oh, my beloved land!