Asturias - Melendi

Un caballo paso por su cuenca minera, borracha y dinamitera

Tiñiendo de marron la roja sangre, de su puro corazon

Y hoy te dedico este canto, casi entre dolor y llano, a la gente que cayo

A mis veinticuatro primaveras, mucho viaje por el mundo

Y si el comparar no es justo, diré que no hay comparación

Pues no hay mejor sensación, que respirar bien profundo

Cuando pasas el Negron.

Contemplar sus verdes prados, resguardarme en sus tejados

de su Orbayu agotador

Y hacer caso a Don Pelayo, luchando con pundonor

Pues mientras nos queden piedras, lo que nos sobra es valor

Porque Asturias es mi patria y sincera es su bandera

Covadonga, la Santina mas bonita de la tierra.

He bajado en piragua el descenso del Sella,

Donde encontré una botella

Y al abrir el tapón salio mensaje, escrito en negro carbón

Era el mapa de un tesoro, justo encima habia un mar

Justo abajo habia un León

Y no es por tirarnos flores, señoritas ni señores

Pero to buen Asturiano, no sabe de rendición

Pues tenemos los cojones, de un tamaño que va acorde

Al de nuestro corazon

Porque Asturias es mi patria y sincera es su bandera

Covadonga, la Santina que en la piel yo tatué.

Porque Asturias es mi patria y sincera es su bandera

Covadonga, la santina mas bonita de la tierra.

De la tierra de los sueños, del trabajador minero

SI pruebas su manzana, te enganchara su veneno

De los golfos como yo, de los cielos como tu EL jardin de Adan y Eva estaba en territorio Astur

Y es que tengo un sentimiento, esos que llevas tan adentro

Cuando mas lejos estoy, mas asturiano me siento

Fernando Alonso I, coronado Rey del viento

Cuando se sube en el buga tiene el mismo sentimiento

A horse passed through his mining basin, drunk and dynamite

Dying the red blood of her pure heart brown

And today I dedicate this song, almost between pain and plainness, to the people who fell

To my twenty-four springs, a lot of travel around the world

And if the comparison isn't fair, I'll say there's no comparison

Well, there is no better feeling than to breathe deeply

When you pass the Negron.

Contemplate his green meadows, take shelter on his roofs

of his exhausting Orbayu

And pay attention to Don Pelayo, fighting with honor

Well, as long as we have stones left, what we have left over is value

Because Asturias is my homeland and sincere is its flag

Covadonga, the most beautiful Santina on earth.

I have descended the Sella in a canoe,

where i found a bottle

And when he opened the cap, a message came out, written in carbon black

It was a map of a treasure, just above it was a sea

Just below there was a lion

And it's not for throwing flowers at us, ladies or gentlemen

But to good Asturian, he does not know of surrender

Well, we have the balls, of a size that goes according to

to our hearts

Because Asturias is my homeland and sincere is its flag

Covadonga, the Santina that I tattooed on the skin.

Because Asturias is my homeland and sincere is its flag

Covadonga, the most beautiful santina on earth.

From the land of dreams, from the mine worker

IF you taste his apple from him, you will get hooked on his poison

Of the gulfs like me, of the skies like you The garden of Adam and Eve was in Asturian territory

And it is that I have a feeling, those that you carry so deep inside

The further away I am, the more Asturian I feel

Fernando Alonso I, crowned King of the wind

When he gets on the buga he has the same feeling