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Homeland

Juan Enrique Jurado

La Patria

La patria es el amor
Es la dicha, es el hogar
Es del afecto el altar
Es consuelo en el dolor

Es el más santo cariño
Aquello que más se adora
Por ella, el anciano llora
Por ella, sonríe el niño

Por ella, el pecho suspira
Por ella, el alma se inquieta
Por ella, tiene el poeta
Tanta dulzura en su lira

A ella van los ojos fijos
En el goce o la tristeza
Por ella, la madre reza
Al rezar para sus hijos

La patria
Es el torrente, es el mar
Es arroyo, es laguna
Es nuestro sepulcro y cuna
Nuestra madre y nuestro hogar

La patria
Es la palmera gigante
Es el musgo de la grieta
Es la azulada violeta
Es la azucena fragante

La patria
Es el Sol que nos alumbra
El aire que nos refresca
Es la cabaña grotesca
Y el alcanzar que deslumbra

Es el verde y grato suelo
Sembrado de flores bellas
Es ese mundo de estrellas
Que fulguran en el cielo

Es el ruiseñor que canta
Es la paloma que pía
Es el moribundo día
Y el astro que se levanta

La patria
Es el torrente, es el mar
Es arroyo, es laguna
Es nuestro sepulcro y cuna
Nuestra madre y nuestro hogar

La patria
Es la palmera gigante
Es el musgo de la grieta
Es la azulada violeta
Es la azucena fragante

La patria
Es el Sol que nos alumbra
El aire que nos refresca
Es la cabaña grotesca
Y el alcanzar que deslumbra

La patria
Es la palmera gigante
Es el musgo de la grieta
Es la azulada violeta
Es la azucena fragante

La patria
Es el Sol que nos alumbra
El aire que nos refresca
Es la cabaña grotesca
Y el alcanzar que deslumbra

La patria

Homeland

The country is love
It's bliss, it's home
The altar is of affection
It's comfort in pain

It's the holiest darling
What is most adored
For her, the old man cries
For her, the child smiles

For her, the chest sighs
For her, the soul is restless
For her, the poet has
So much sweetness in his lyre

The eyes are fixed on her
In joy or sadness
For her, the mother prays
When praying for your children

Homeland
It is the torrent, it is the sea
It's a stream, it's a lagoon
It is our tomb and cradle
Our mother and our home

Homeland
It's the giant palm tree
It's the moss of the crack
It is the bluish violet
It is the fragrant lily

Homeland
It is the Sun that illuminates us
The air that refreshes us
It's the grotesque cabin
And the reach that dazzles

It is the green and pleasant soil
Planted with beautiful flowers
It's that world of stars
That shine in the sky

It is the nightingale that sings
It's the dove that chirps
It's the dying day
And the star that rises

Homeland
It is the torrent, it is the sea
It's a stream, it's a lagoon
It is our tomb and cradle
Our mother and our home

Homeland
It's the giant palm tree
It's the moss of the crack
It is the bluish violet
It is the fragrant lily

Homeland
It is the Sun that illuminates us
The air that refreshes us
It's the grotesque cabin
And the reach that dazzles

Homeland
It's the giant palm tree
It's the moss of the crack
It is the bluish violet
It is the fragrant lily

Homeland
It is the Sun that illuminates us
The air that refreshes us
It's the grotesque cabin
And the reach that dazzles

Homeland

Escrita por: Juan Enrique Jurado