My grandfather went to Cuba
On board of the "Catalan",
The best warship
Of the Overseas Navy!
The helmsman, the boatswain
And fourteen sailors
Who were born in Calella;
Who were born at Palafrugell.
When the "Catalan" set sail
The young men from Calella
Were drinking fruit punch with rum.
With their hands on the guitar,
They would often sing:
Long life to Catalonia!
Long life to the "Catalan"!
War times arrived,
With wickedness and betrayals,
And in the Sea of the Antilles
The cannons exploded like thunder...
And the sailors from Calella
(My grandfather among them)
All died on the deck;
They died while manning the cannons.
When the "Catalan" set sail
My grandfather shouted:
- "Let's go, guys, it's really late!"
Yet none of the brave men on board
Ever came back:
The Americans are the ones to blame!
When the "Catalan" set sail
The young men from Calella
Were drinking fruit punch with rum.
With their hands on the guitar,
They would often sing:
Long life to Catalonia!
Long life to the "Catalan"!