Ay garabí , ay garabí, ay garabí , ay garabí,
dance to the beat of the flute and the drum
to the rhythm of a pasodoble Catalonia sings like that
and I send you this compliment from here in the Guadalquivir
From the south to Catalonia
from catalonia to the sea
from the south to Catalonia
in a silver boat
with coral oars
a sigh comes and goes
And the south exists too
with their old pains
and the south exists too
like the flower that wants
to pour its scent to the sky
to pour its scent to the sky
I want to sing you happy
what a beautiful land you are
I want to sing you happy
just a single copla
that wants to give you everything
illustrious Barcelona