Esclavo de tu ventana

Sorry for leaving
Without even saying goodbye
Without putting on a sad face
Without anyone telling me
Ring the bells high
Fortune is calling you
And I had to step away from your side
And even though the other was good
I must have cried for you
Full of tears, I swear
'Cause I don’t know how to live
Without you, my beautiful Málaga

What a shame for the man
Who doesn’t know what he has
It was only two days
Enough for me
To see what I felt
And how much I loved you
And I had to leave
In my pocket, I carried
A captive made of paper
And I said: I'm going back to Málaga
And then I consoled him
'Cause the captive was crying

Let me, my love, come back
To your window to love you
Just two dawns
To learn to dream of you
Though it seemed to me
That I was carrying my whole life
Living somewhere else
'Cause I saw what I was missing
The Malagueta, the Perchel,
La Trinidad, the Limonar, the Alcazaba
The Plaza de la Merced
And like a child, I cried

From Ronda to the Axarquía
And from Antequera to the beach
What do you give me, my Málaga,
From Guadalhorce and your people
To the one who leaves and doesn’t forget you
And comes back in a couple of days
And stays forever?
In the distance, I dreamed
Of leaving far from here
And thank goodness I woke up
Even if I have to lie down
Without eating for you

Here I am, a vagabond
Slave to your window
I tossed my worries and took a second
Even if I’m the poorest in Málaga
I’m the richest in the world