LYRICS GAME

From my beautiful land

From my sacred land

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

The land hurts you

The land gives you

Deep in the soul when you're not here

The land pushes you

From root 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 holds your roots

And what you leave behind

The land hurts you

The land gives you

Deep in the soul when you're not here

The street cries go on

The melancholy

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

The land hurts you

The land gives you

Deep in the soul when you're not here

The land pushes you

From root 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, yes sir

I hear that cry

The memory lives

It runs in my blood

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

The street cries go on

The melancholy

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

The land hurts you

The land gives you

Deep in the soul when you're not here

The land pushes you

From root and lime

The land sighs if it doesn't see you anymore