O Emigrante

Far from the distant land
Far from your people
The emigrant remembers
His homeland
In his great anxiety
It's sad to live like this
But when longing comes
He cries endless longing

Far from his own
He lives on remembering
He has faith in God
That one day he will return
In his belief
There is one desire after all
To be able to die
In his homeland

Oh, how I miss
His small village
His mother's face
He carries in his mind day and night
Quietly his soul prays
To forget misfortune
He goes on unraveling sadness
In a rosary of bitterness