Asturias
Víctor Manuelle
Asturias
Asturias if I could
if I knew how to sing to you
Asturias green with mountains
and black with minerals...
I am a man from the south
dust, sun, fatigue, and hunger
hunger for bread and horizons... hunger
Under the dried skin
rivers of solid blood
and the suffocated heart
without veins to relieve you.
Blind eyes, the eyes
blind from looking at you so much
without seeing you distant Asturias.
Daughter of my own mother
twice you had the chance
to play with you
Life in a game
and both times you played it
Who will knock down that tree
of Asturias with its branches?
Naked, dry, nailed,
with its deep-rooted root
that runs through all of Spain
crushing us with courage.
Look, workers of the world, its silhouette cutting through
against that impassive sky
vertical unbreakable.
Firm on rock firm
its flesh a living wound
millions of fists shout
their anger into the air.
Millions of hearts
beat against your prisons
prepare for your final leap
pale cowardly death.
Prepare for your final leap
for Asturias is waiting for you
alone in the middle of the earth
daughter of my own mother.