En Tierra Extraña

Let me tell you what happened to me
In the deepest emotion I've ever felt in my life
It was in New York, on Christmas Eve
When I prepared a dinner to invite my fellow countrymen
And at the gathering, all the Spaniards

Amid laughter and cheers, we toasted to Spain
They say over there they don’t drink because of Prohibition
And only the sick get served wine
I paid a fortune for a prescription
And bought Spanish wine at the pharmacy

Spanish wine, Spanish wine
The wine from our homeland
We drank in a strange land
How good that wine tastes
When you drink it far from Spain

We all toasted to her
And that was the end of that dinner
The best Christmas Eve
That a Spaniard could ever dream of

But suddenly, a gramophone started to play
I said, 'Everyone be quiet'
And a pasodoble played that made us sigh
The joy ceased
Everyone fell silent
No one was laughing anymore

Because everyone was crying
Listening to that music
Over there, in a strange land
Were our sighs
Sighs from Spain