Mi querida España

My dear Spain
This Spain of mine,
This Spain of ours
Of your holy siesta
Now awaken you
Verses of poets
Where are your eyes?
Where are your hands?
Where is your head?

My dear Spain
This Spain of mine,
This Spain of ours

My dear Spain
This Spain of mine,
This Spain of ours

From the quiet altars
From the black bandages
On open flesh
Who endured your hunger?
Who drank your blood
When you were dry?

My dear Spain
This Spain of mine,
This Spain of ours

My dear Spain
This Spain of mine,
This Spain of ours

People of word
And bitter skin
Sweet your promise
I want to be your land
I want to be your grass
When I die

My dear Spain
This Spain of mine,
This Spain of ours

My dear Spain
This Spain of mine,
This Spain of ours