I have my body soaked
of my homeland,
I'm from hot land,
I have race.
I defend my people,
I'm a mountain,
I always stare in the face,
I'm from Spain.
My perfume is the sand
of my beaches,
and my veins are strings
of guitar.
That blow out by force
when they sing
to this blessed land
of my soul
I'm from Spain!
I'm from Spain!
I'm from Spain!
I'm from Spain!
I don't consent anyone who
talks bad about it,
whoever is not happy
let him go.
I don't like the men
who silence
and break my land
in low voice.