Sweet Catalonia,
Motherland of my heart:
When one goes far away from you,
One dies of longing.
Goodbye, my brothers;
Goodbye, my dear father,
I shall not see you ever again!
Oh, if in the cemetery
Where my sweet mother is resting,
I could have my bed!
Nowhere else shall I see
The beautiful cathedral
Of Barcelona city!
I say, as I weep,
To both forests and rivers:
Farewell, Godspeed!
Oh sailors;
This wind, which drives my exile,
Makes me suffer so much!
I am ill
Yet, oh! Take me back to land,
For I want to die there!
Sweet Catalonia,
Motherland of my heart:
When one goes far away from you,
One dies of longing.