He Mirat Aquesta Terra
Raimon
I've Looked at This Land
When the light rises from the depths of the sea
in the east just starting to flicker,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
When through the mountain that closes the west
the falcon takes the light from the sky,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
While the sick air brightens the night
and mouths of darkness gnaw at the paths,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
When the rain brings the smell of dust
from the rough leaves of distant aloes,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
When the wind speaks in the solitude
of my dead who laugh at being always together,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
While I age in the long effort
of crossing the line over memories,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
When summer lays down over all the sleepy
field the wide silence that crickets spread,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
While wise blind sayings are understood
how winter strips the sleep from the vines,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
When the unleashed force of the horses
suddenly descends from the downpour through the streams,
I've looked at this land,
I've looked at this land.
