From my beautiful land, from my holy land
I hear that scream of the drums
And the timbales when cumbanchar
And that proclamation sung by a brother
That from his land lives far away
And that the memory makes him cry
A song that lives singing
From her pain from her own crying
And he is heard punishing
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the midst of the soul, when you are not
The earth pushes you from the root and lime
The earth sigh, if it does not see you anymore
The land where you were born
You can forget it because it has your roots
And what you leave behind
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the midst of the soul, when you are not
They follow the pregones, the melancholy
And every night next to the moon
The guajiro continues to sing the son
And every street that goes to my town
He has a groan, he has a lament
He has nostalgia as his voice
And that song that keeps on singing
It runs in the blood and keeps coming
With more strength to the heart
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the midst of the soul, when you are not
The earth pushes you from the root and lime
The earth sigh, if it does not see you anymore
My land complains
My land has a regret
I never forget my land
I carry it in my feeling, yes sir
I hear that cry, my land
Live the memory, my land
Run in my blood, my land
I carry it inside as I do not
Song of my beautiful and holy land
I suffer that pain in your soul
Even though I'm far away I feel it
And one day I return I know
They follow the pregones, the melancholy
And every night next to the moon
The guajiro continues to sing the son
And every street that goes to my town
He has a groan, he has a lament
The nostalgia of his voice
It reaches my heart hard
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the midst of the soul, when you are not
The earth pushes you from the root and lime
The earth sigh, if it does not see you anymore
Only among all we can make this a better place :)