‘‘ Bolivia’’

VOICE 1: Distant, beloved land, for you my heart beats. Today, far away, absent from you, I long for the day of my return. Bolivia, for you my song, a sad lament of solitude, if you could see that here in my mind I constantly think of returning. Beloved, Latin bride, I kiss your image, tin in bloom, your valleys, the high plateau, the brother plains, and the coast. For these beautiful things, for being your daughter, I love you thus, and I feel here in my chest that in the distance I long for you more, and I feel here in my chest that in the distance I long for you more. Beloved, Latin bride, I kiss your image, tin in bloom, your valleys, the high plateau, the brother plains, and the coast. For these beautiful things, for being your daughter, I love you thus, and I feel here in my chest that in the distance I long for you more, and I feel here in my chest that in the distance I long for you more.