with black hair and a volcano
drifts smoke
over her Pasto home town
and she’s brave
the ocean’s horses
blow through her hair and the mountains
take her by the hand
and could it be, Liliany
that Colombia
is in love with you?
grievous angel
your black mane is flying
the water of truth flows through you
and across the emerald valley
your name echoes
your name echoes
and the rivers take you down
on their strong and flowing backs
to the troubles in the valley
diamonds torn
from the soles of your lover’s feet
winking in her tears
hard sparkle in your eyes, Liliany
hard sparkle in your eyes
Pasto girl, they have found you
Colombia’s flower is in a cell and a paramilitary
with sunglasses and a cigarette
is drifting smoke
over your rivers and your cane
over the petals in your name
‘I shed no tears for them,’ you say
‘Shed none for me, for I am free.’
girl from the Andes, coca memory
you are free
you are all the water and the land
mother, child, burro and man
grievous angel
your black mane is flying
your eagle heart is screaming
and across this emerald land
your name echoes
your name echoes
because Colombia
is in love with you
Liliany Obando!
Liliany Obando!
-Roger Langen
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