Mi Querida España
RAPHAEL
My Beloved Spain
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours.
From your holy nap, now wake to the verses of a poet,
Where are your eyes, where are your hands, where's your head?
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours, oh.
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours.
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours.
From the still wings of the black veils
on open cane.
Who felt your hunger, who drank your blood
when you were dry?
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours, oh.
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours.
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours.
A people of words and bitter skin,
sweet is your promise.
I want to be your land, I want to be your grass
when I die.
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours, oh.
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours.
My beloved Spain,
this Spain of mine, this Spain of ours.
