Tierra querida
Los Chalchaleros
Beloved Land
A beautiful voice, who could have it
To sing to you all my life
But my star gave me this accent
And so I feel you, beloved land
Like a pebble that tumbles down
My verses, dreams, and wounds roll
I am rough like your thickets
And so I sing to you, beloved land
I will walk through the hills, jungles
And plains, all my life
Bringing verses to your hope
Beloved land
They give me their fire, warm zonda
They give me their strength, fierce winds
And in the mystery of your gorges
Wander the shadows of my ancestors
Moons saw me through those hills
And in the dawn plains
Searching for the soul of your landscapes
To sing to you, beloved land.
