A keresés eredménye

The Tomb of the Warrior

The tomb of the warrior
Where, where, where is it
His mother is asking
No one will respond to her.
The tomb of the warrior
Where, where, where is it
The town is asking
Someday it'll know where.
 
Warrior, you are still in rivers
Mountains and prairies
In the wind that rocks the hammock
In the kid of Juan
In the humble and crude hands
Of the sutler
In the Milpa where the peasant
Looks and looks for bread.
 
Like the Trappist poet said
of Solentiname
They didn't want to tell us the site
Of where to find you
And for that your tomb is all
Our territory
In each palm of my Nicaragua
There you are.
 
The tomb of the warrior...
 
Warrior, you are born again
In the carbine
In the bronchi of Pedro the miner
That in Siuna died
In the eyes of the miserables that in Acahualinca
Are still waiting sedimentary
For the sunrise of the redemption.
 
Like the Trappist poet said
of Solentiname
They didn't want to tell us the site
Of where to find you
And for that your tomb is all
Our territory
In each palm of my Nicaragua
There you are.
 
The tomb of the warrior...
 

Nicaragua, Dear Nicaragua

Ay, Nicaragua, Dear Nicaragua
Receive as a token of love
This bouquet of everlasting flowers and jilinjoches
That today bloom for you.
 
When I kiss your pure forehead
I kiss the pearl of your sweat,
Much sweeter that the little fruit of tiguilote
And the jocote tronador.
 
Ay, Nicaragua, Dear Nicaragua
My dear vegetable heart of pijibay.
My passion buried itself
In the furrow of your fondness
Like a little grain of corn.
 
It's your saliva viscous and sweet
Like the sap of the cashew apple
That heals with happiness every day
My rebellious heart,
That heals with happiness every day
My rebellious heart.
 
Ay, Nicaragua, Dear Nicaragua
The most beautiful flower of my love,
Fertilized with the blessed, dear Nicaragua,
Blood of Diriangén.
 
Ay, Nicaragua you're more sweet,
Than the honey of Tamagás,
But now that you're finally free, dear Nicaragua,
I love you so much more.