My beloved Roussillon
If you could only come (to me)
Aboard the boat of time,
With the Easterly wind from Alghero!
And you would feel in me
How very much alive and deeply-rooted and clear,
Is our Catalan speech
In Alghero.
How (the language) pronounces your name
And the city smiles...
You are so far away, my good friend,
On the cypress trees,
In that place where
The boat's sails and the path start to awaken the memories...
That path which was always so honest (with you),
The sea path that leads to Alghero.
If you could only come...
Aboard the boat of time
With the Easterly wind,
Aboard the boat of time.
How (the language) pronounces your name
And the city smiles...
You are so far away, my good friend...
From far away, my good friend...
If you could only come
Aboard the boat of time...