I hear that cry from the drums and the timbales when they jam
And that street call that a brother sings
Who lives far from his homeland
And that the memory makes him cry
A song that he keeps singing
About his pain, about his own weeping
And you can hear him lament
Deep in the soul when you're not here
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore
The land where you were born
Because it holds your roots
And what you leave behind
Deep in the soul when you're not here
And every night next to the moon
The guajiro keeps singing the son
And every street that goes to my town
Has a moan, has a lament
Has nostalgia like his voice
That song that he keeps singing
Runs in the blood and keeps reaching
With more strength to the heart
Deep in the soul when you're not here
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore
I carry it in my feelings, yes sir
I carry it inside, of course
Song of my beautiful and sacred land
Suffers that pain that is in its soul
Even though I'm far away I feel it
And one day I'll return, I know it
Every night next to the moon the guajiro keeps singing the son
Every street that goes to my town
Has a moan, has a lament
The nostalgia of his voice
Reaches my heart with strength
Deep in the soul when you're not here
The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore