For all the Mother Earth, for all our children From my beautiful land, from my holy land I hear the sound of the drums and the timbales in Cumbancha It is a servant who sings a brother who lives far from his land And that memory makes him cry A song that they live donating Of his pain, of his own crying And it is heard in vain The land smells you, the land gives you In the middle of the soul when you are not there The land pushes you to root The land sighs if it does not see you anymore The land where you were born, you can not forget Because it has your roots and what you leave behind The land hurts you, the land gives you In the middle of the soul when you are not there The fregones continue, the melancholy And every night, next to the moon, the guajiro continues to sound the sun And every street that goes to my town In a wail has a lament It has nostalgia like his voice And that song that continues to sound Runs in the blood and keeps coming With more strength to the heart The land smells you, the land gives you In the middle of the soul when you are not there The land pushes you to root The land sighs if it does not see you anymore The land hurts you, the land gives you In a wail has a lament It has nostalgia like his voice And that song that continues to sound Runs in the blood and keeps coming With more strength to the heart My land lives in memory It runs in my blood I carry it inside, of course It is inside my land, beautiful and holy It suffers that pain that is in his soul Even if it is far away, I feel it I'm coming back, I know it Here we go now The land hurts you, the land gives you In a wail has a lament It has nostalgia like his voice And that song that continues to sound Runs in the blood and keeps coming With more strength to the heart My land lives in memory It runs in my blood I carry it inside, of course It is inside my land, beautiful and holy It suffers that pain that is in his soul Even if it is far away, I feel it I'm coming back, I know it Here we go now Thank you