From my beautiful land
From my holy land
I hear that cry of the drums
And the timbales to the cumbanchar
And that proclamation that a brother sings
What of His land lives far away
And the memory makes him cry
A song that he lives singing
Of his pain of his own crying
And you hear him grieve
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the middle of the soul, when you are not there
The earth pushes you by the roots and lime
The earth sighs if He doesn't see you anymore
(Pregón)
The land where you were born doesn't
You can forget it
Because it has your roots
And what you leave behind ¡s
The proclamations continue, the melancholy
And every night next to the moon
The guajiro continues singing the son
And every street that goes to my town
br/>He has a moan, he has a lament
He has nostalgia like his voice
And that song that he keeps singing
It runs in the blood and keeps coming
With múÂ It's strength to the heart
It has a moan, ámy land
It has a lament, ámy land
I never forget it, ámy land< br/>I carry it in my feelings, yes sir
I hear that scream, my land
The memory lives, my land
It runs in my blood, my land
I carry her inside like no other
I sing of my beautiful and holy land
I suffer that pain that is in her soul
Although I am far away I feel it
And one day I return I know

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