Por Mallorca

In Mallorca, the sun rises, in Mallorca, the sun rises, beautiful brunette, and in Castile, it fades away, and in Castile, it fades away.
When the sun comes up, the roosters crow, when the sun comes up, the roosters crow, beautiful brunette, when it sets, they hush and sleep, when it sets, they hush and sleep.
Those who are awake live and speak, and those who sleep just dream, beautiful brunette; those who dream don’t gain anything and then they wake up to reality.
Once upon a time, there was a town that slept and slept, beautiful brunette, and from sleeping so much, it still dreamed while awake.
We need to climb Montgó, let the sun rise before dawn, beautiful brunette, we need to keep watch at night. Let’s throw the deception into the water!
In Mallorca, the sun rises, in Mallorca, the sun rises, beautiful brunette, and in Castile, it fades away, and in Castile, it fades away.