My land
My holy land, I’m far from thee
and with you beats, a piece of my heart
appear majestic in front of the sea
in routes and castles, history You hide…!
O land of riches, by winds caressed
O cradle that rocked so many a dream
across rough seas I took many steps
fragrance around, I did feel the stream.
The guest for You are voids and sighs
the suffering faces for the lack of sleep
that hold forth bragging, anxiety, frights
Infant goes gray, freezes mom’s lip…!
History on your body shines and upholds
through meteor rains and flows of rivers
your name’s protected by many strongholds
the hills in fevers and pains do shiver.
O trampled land, plundered by thieves
O fathers, grandfathers that caressed my hair
O sky that knows to give rainbow gifts
make room for me in Your bosom up there!
