Finding Home in the Ache of Distance
La Tierra del Olvido
By Carlos Vives ft. Fanny Lu, Fonseca, Maluma, Andrea Echeverri, Cholo Valderrama, Coral Group & Herencia de Timbiquí
We're born in a blessed and a generous life
And that's why we wanna feel with you all
All up and jive
Like the moon that shines, lighting up the roads at night
Like the leaves in the wind, like the sun that chases the cold
Like the earth to the rain, like the sea that waits for the river
That’s how I wait for your return, to the land of oblivion
Like my fears that drift away, when I sail in your gaze
Like you awaken my senses, with your love-struck voice
With your childlike smile, how you move my soul
How you steal my sleep, how you take my calm away
You hold the key to my heart, I love you
More than my own life, because without your love, I would die
You hold the key to my heart, I love you
More than my own life, because without your love, I would die
Like the moon that shines, lighting up the roads at night
Like the leaves in the wind, like the sun that chases the cold
Like the earth to the rain, like the sea that waits for the river
That’s how I wait for your return, to the land of oblivion
Like my fears that drift away, when I sail in your gaze
Like you awaken my senses, with your love-struck voice
With your childlike smile, how you move my soul
How you steal my sleep, how you take my calm away
From the plains, I bring a joropo, with the bass strings in tune
Clearing my throat, I see a singing traveler
Who shouts with an open chest, full of peace and emotion
Colombia, my dear homeland, I carry you in my heart
You hold the key to my heart, I love you
More than my own life, because without your love, I would die
You hold the key to my heart, I love you
More than my own life, because without your love, I would die
When I’m far from home, how I remember you
Living in paradise means living on your land
From the Amazon, straight up to La Guajira
I know the road is long, but the mountains inspire
From south to north, from west to east
My Colombia is growing, and that’s how it feels
That’s how it feels, if I dare to compare
My little land to your sculptural beauty
Both so beautiful, like the flowers
Both enchant me, they are my loves
You hold the key to my heart, I love you
More than my own life, because without your love, I would die
You hold the key to my heart, I love you
More than my own life, because without your love, I would die
Keké, what you think about the seas of paradise in here
This is Colombia
When will it be? When we say
We say islanders, we all have the years but islanders cannot die
A nice place, paradise