Hola amigos de Hive Open Mic semana 100, con ustedes la usuario 
Hello friends of Hive Open Mic week 100, with you the user @ keilya19. In this week whose theme unites us is "sing with me" thanks to my cousin @Jesuslnrs who was the one who designated the theme, I come to interpret with great affection in the company of my beautiful mother @Dealtokilate and my uncle @Osomeltrozo a song popularized by the precious voice of Gloria Estefan entitled "Mi Tierra" in 1993. Song composed by: Fabio Alonso Salgado better known, curiously, as 'Estéfan.
GLORIA ESTEFAN
Y bien mis queridos amigos, primero que nada les doy gracias por tomar un minuto de su tiempo para pasar por mi perfil, me presento soy 
And well my dear friends, first of all I thank you for taking a minute of your time to go through my profile, I introduce myself I am @ keilya19, I am new in this community, which I have been knowing for a while now because a part of my family well known by this medium as the Linares family that makes life in it, and at the invitation of them who encouraged me here I dared to start sharing with you this beautiful talent that God gave me such as singing and among them others!, that family that I mentioned, among them I can highlight my mom @Dealtokilate, my uncles @Osomeltrozo @Irisol
Daré una breve reseña de mi: tengo 22 años, empecé en el medio artistico a muy temprana edad, si no me equivoco a los 3 añitos, orgullosa de pertenecer a esta hermosa y Gigantesca familia como los es la Familia Linares la cual me ha criado y formado con valores éticos y Morales elevados, soy la menor de 2 hermanas, soy estudiante cursante del 8vo semestre de contaduría pública, tengo una hija de 2 años y medio, también me dedico al arte de la repostería..
will give a brief review of myself: I am 22 years old, I started in the artistic medium at a very young age, if I am not mistaken at 3 years old, proud to belong to this beautiful and gigantic family such as the Linares Family which has raised me and formed with high ethical and moral values, I am the youngest of 2 sisters, I am a student in the 8th semester of public accounting, I have a 2 and a half year old daughter, I also dedicate myself to the art of confectionery..
Agradezco su apoyo en cantidad, y también le quiero agradecer a mi mamá @Dealtokilate por tener la dicha que me acompañe con su perfecta voz y mi ingenioso y talentoso tío por acompañarme y ser el editor de estos geniales videos, espero lo disfruten mucho.
*appreciate your support in abundance, and I also want to thank my mom @Dealtokilate for having the happiness to accompany me with her perfect voice and my ingenious and talented uncle for accompanying me and being the editor of these great videos, I hope you enjoy it a lot. *
MI TIERRA | MY LAND
De mi tierra bella, de mi tierra santa
Oigo ese grito de los tambores
Y los timbales al cumbanchar
Y ese pregón que canta un hermano
Que de su tierra vive lejano
Y que el recuerdo le hace llorar
Una canción que vive entonando
De su dolor de su propio llanto
Y se le escucha penar
La tierra te duele, la tierra te da
En medio del alma, cuando tú no estás
La tierra te empuja de raíz y cal
La tierra suspira si no te ve más
La tierra donde naciste
No la puedes olvidar
Porque tiene tus raíces
Y lo que dejas atrás
La tierra te duele, la tierra te da
En medio del alma, cuando tú no estás
Siguen los pregones, la melancolía
Y cada noche junto a la luna
Sigue el guajiro entonando el son
Y cada calle que va a mi pueblo
Tiene un quejido, tiene un lamento
Tiene nostalgia como su voz
Y esa canción que sigue entonando
Corre en la sangre y sigue llegando
Con más fuerza al corazón
La tierra te duele, la tierra te da
En medio del alma, cuando tú no estás
La tierra te empuja de raíz y cal
La tierra suspira si no te ve más
Tiene un quejido (mi tierra)
Tiene un lamento (mi tierra)
Nunca la olvido (mi tierra)
La llevo en mi sentimiento, si señor (mi tierra)
Oigo ese grito (mi tierra)
Vive el recuerdo (mi tierra)
Corre en mi sangre (mi tierra)
La llevo por dentro como no (mi tierra)
Canto de mi tierra bella y santa (mi tierra)
Sufro ese dolor que hay en su alma (mi tierra)
Aunque esté lejos yo la siento (mi tierra)
Y un día regreso yo lo sé
Siguen los pregones, la melancolía (mi tierra)
Y cada noche junto a la luna (mi tierra)
Sigue el guajiro entonando el son (mi tierra)
Y cada calle que va a mi pueblo (mi tierra)
Tiene un quejido, tiene un lamento (mi tierra)
La nostalgia de su voz (mi tierra)
Me llega con fuerza al corazón (mi tierra)
La tierra te duele, la tierra te da
En medio del alma, cuando tú no estás
La tierra te empuja de raíz y cal
La tierra suspira si no te ve más
From my beautiful land, from my holy land
I hear that scream from the drums
And the timbales to the cumbanchar
And that proclamation that a brother sings
Who lives far away from his land
And that the memory makes him cry
A song that lives singing
Of her pain of her own crying
and you hear him grieve
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the middle of the soul, when you are not
The earth pushes you from the root and lime
The earth sigh, if it does not see you anymore
the land where you were born
you can't forget her
because it has your roots
And what you leave behind
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the middle of the soul, when you are not
They follow the pregones, the melancholy
And every night by the moon
Follow the guajiro singing the son
And every street that goes to my town
It has a moan, it has a lament
He has nostalgia like his voice
And that song that keeps singing
It runs in the blood and it keeps coming
With more force to the heart
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the middle of the soul, when you are not
The earth pushes you from the root and lime
The earth sigh, if it does not see you anymore
It has a moan (my land)
It has a lament (my land)
I never forget her (my land)
I carry it in my feeling, yes sir (my land)
I hear that cry (my land)
Live the memory (my land)
Run in my blood (my land)
I carry it inside of course (my land)
Song of my beautiful and holy land (my land)
I suffer that pain that is in his soul (my land)
Although it is far away, I feel it (my land)
And one day I'll come back I know
The proclamations continue, the melancholy (my land)
And every night next to the moon (my land)
Follow the peasant singing the son (my land)
And every street that goes to my town (my land)
It has a moan, it has a lament (my land)
The nostalgia of his voice (my land)
It hits my heart hard (my land)
The earth hurts you, the earth gives you
In the middle of the soul, when you are not
The earth pushes you from the root and lime
The earth sigh, if it does not see you anymore
