Tierra querida [English translation]

A beautiful voice, who would have it!,

to sing to you all life long,

but my fate gave me this accent,

and that's how I feel you, beloved land.

But my fate gave me this accent,

and that's how I feel you, beloved land.

Like a pebble that falls,

my shadow, dream and wound roams.

I'm fierce, like your rough ground,

and that's how I sing to you, beloved land.

I'm fierce, like your rough ground,

and that's how I sing to you, beloved land.

I'll go by the hills,

jungles and plains, all my life,

bringing over coplas

to your hope, beloved land.

Bringing over coplas

to your hope, beloved land.

Warm zondas1 give me their fire,

wild pamperos2 give me their strength,

and in the silence of the ravines,

roams the shadow of my grandparents.

And in the silence of the ravines,

roams the shadow of my grandparents.

Moons saw me by these hills,

and in the nightfall plains

looking for the soul of your landscapes,

to sing to you, beloved land.

Looking for the soul of your landscapes,

to sing to you, beloved land.

I'll go by the hills,

jungles and plains, all my life,

bringing over coplas

to your hope, beloved land.

Bringing over coplas

to your hope, beloved land.

1. The Zonda is a hot dry wind on the north of Argentina2. The Pampero is a cold strong wind on the south of Argentina

• Artist:Atahualpa Yupanqui