Mi Tierra Gallega
Los Tamara
My Galician Land
What is in your sun,
What is in your blue sky.
What is in your being
That you keep so much light.
What is in your heart
My Galician land,
That when dawn arrives
I feel captivated by its splendor.
Who was the painter who with his brush
Covered all the green color on your skin.
Who drew the estuaries of your landscape,
Who placed in your lineage
The wandering life of the knife sharpener.
Only God could create what the land has
That saw me born.
Only God could put the color and light
That is seen in Galicia.
Ai la la la......
Even though I am far away
My beloved land
I know I will never forget you.
Who was the painter who with his brush
Covered all the green color on your skin.
Who drew the estuaries of your landscape,
Who placed in your lineage
The wandering life of the knife sharpener.
Only God could create what the land has
That saw me born.
Only God could put the color and light
That is seen in Galicia.
Ai la la la......
Even though I am far away
My beloved land.
I know I will never forget you.
I know I will never forget you.
