I have a blues song made out
of breeze, of breeze and sun
while crossing the calm sea,
with it I'm telling you goodbye
Goodbye my precious Spain,
the land where I was born,
fair, cheerful and graceful
like an April's rose
ay, ay, ay
I'm going to die from heartache
living so far away from you.
While crossing the calm sea,
with it I'm telling you goodbye,
how far you're being left behind
Spain of my heart
I'm asking from God in tears
to return soon to see you,
like a scented rose
perfuming my heart
Goodbye my beloved Spain
I'm singing my song for you
and to bid you my farewell,
and it's a kiss, and it's a prayer
My Spain beloved land,
goodbye forever.