Tierra Mia

What will you have, my land
so that we carry,
in our eyes, your celebration
and in the soul, your sorrow...!
Your mountains, your plains,
your roads, your waters,
paths that lead to the sky,
summits that we reach...
If winter has brought
storms and snow,
and the rivers roared,
and the stones creaked...
At the break of dawn
who like you would feel,
after a storm,
freshness in the soul.
Music of your nights
song of your mornings
strength of your silence
when you're quiet...
A force of life
that comes down from the heavens,
and flourishes in us
like a spring,
to take away the shadows,
and give us silences,
to sow in them
good inspirations...
Music of your nights
song of your mornings
strength of your silence
when you're quiet...