When the wind barely stirred
And the sky extended the sea
On the railing of a sailboat
In the heart of a sailor
Who, being sad, sang
Who, being sad, sang
My ground, my mountain, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, fruits of gold
See if you see lands of Spain
Of the fragile sailing boat
Dying the wounded song
Says the sting of desires
Of the lip burning with kisses
That kisses the air and nothing more
That kisses the air and nothing more
Mother goodbye, goodbye Maria
Keep well in your mind
That here I make you a vow
That either I take you to the sacristy
Or it was God who was served
To give me a grave in the sea
Now here, although another day
When the wind didn't stir
And the sky extended the sea
At the bow of another sailboat
Another sailor was watching
Who, being sad, sang
Who, being sad, sang
My ground, my mountain, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, fruits of gold
See if you see lands of Spain