Ta' Llorando

When in strange lands I look sadly
at the blue distance of the horizon,
I clearly feel the Olimar passing by
and the breeze brings me the scent of the mountains...
...I clearly feel the Olimar passing by
and the breeze brings me the scent of the mountains

This sky is not the sky of my land,
and this moon does not shine like that one,
like the one that illuminated my lofty dreams,
higher than the trembling of the stars...
...like the one that illuminated my lofty dreams,
higher than the trembling of the stars

So many voices and beloved looks
are no longer in the bar, at the barbecues,
others wander inconsolably through the world.
Oh, my little country, my heart is crying...
...others wander inconsolably through the world.
Oh, my little country, my heart is crying

Goodbye mountains, hills, rivers, and plains,
goodbye Meco, Pelao, Rubio, and Serrano,
bye Bilbao, Manuel, and El Laucha go with me.
Oh, my little country, my heart is crying...
...bye Bilbao, Manuel, and El Laucha go with me.
Oh, my little country, my heart is crying