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 hungover skin
solid rivers of blood
and the suffocated heart
without time to relieve you.
The eyes, blind the eyes
blind from looking at you so much
without seeing you Asturias of the soul
daughter of my same mother.
Twice, twice you have had
a chance to gamble
your life in a game
and you gambled both times.
Who will cut down that tree
of Asturias now without branches
bare, dry, nailed;
with its endearing roots.
That runs throughout Spain
crisping us with courage
look at the workers of the world
its silhouette of silhouette.
Against that impassive sky
unbreakable vertical
firm on firm rock
wound vibrates his flesh.
Millions of fists shout
their anger into the air
millions of hearts
bang against your prisons.
Prepare your last jump
libid cowardly death
prepare your last jump
Asturias is waiting for you.
Alone in the middle of the earth
daughter of my own mother.
Alone in the middle of the earth
daughter of my own mother.

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