La jolie Sardane

How pretty the Sardana is
Let's dance hand in hand
In the land of green plane trees
From the land of the tramontanes
Young girls and young men like it
And even the old ones with their cane
They hammer it on the stones of the path
Tonight how many love affairs
Will blossom in the hearts of twenty-year-olds
They know the Sardana
They danced it when they were kids
How many will lose their minds?
For you Sardana of the Catalan country
Friends, it's party time in Collioure
The old port was decorated with flags
And in front of the sea that surrounds it

Here is the eternal golden bell tower
On the pebbles, green and pink
The boats with tender colors
The metamorphosis begins
From their sails changed into flowers
And under the wandering moon
The Sardana forms its round
How pretty the Sardana is
Let's dance hand in hand
From the land of the tramontanes
She flies to neighboring countries
Tonight how many love affairs
Will blossom in the hearts of twenty-year-olds
How many will lose their minds?
For you, Sardana from the Catalan country
For you, Sardana from the Catalan country