America, by Jose Luis Perales

Me hueles a merengue y a bolero a caa y a caf Me hueles a corrido y a charango carnavalito y miel Me hueles a maracas y a guitarras a gaucho solitario y a sabana a piel morena y sal Me hueles a canela y a banana herida siempre y siempre maltratada soando libertad

You smell like merengue and bolero, cane and coffee You smell like corrido and charango carnavalito and honey You smell like guitars and maracas like lone cowboy and meadows dark skin and salt You smell like cinnamon and banana Always, always wounded and battered dreaming about freedom

Amrica, Amrica Me hueles a guayaba a cordillera helada a tierra verde y lluvia tropical me hueles a pradera y a eterna primavera me hueles a futuro y libertad (2) Me hueles a tabaco y a maces a dtiles y a arroz Me hueles a inmigrantes q se fueron cantando una cancin Me hueles a torrente y a quebrada a sangre campesina derramada para tu libertad

America, America You smell like guava, like frozen mountain, like green land and tropical rain, like a prairie and eternal spring, like a future in freedom You smell like tobacco and corn, like dates and rice, Like immigrants who left singing a song, You smell to stream and creek, Peasant shed blood for your freedom