I will journey away, my most beloved friend
I will sail away from you tomorrow
Is there something I can send back to you
From the country to where I'm going
No, there's nothing you can send back to me
There's nothing I wish to be owning
Just that you come back here again
The same as when you left
But I thought that maybe you would want something fine
Made of silver or of gemstones
Either from the mountains around Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
Take the stars of the sky and take the gold of the mountains
Take the most beautiful pearls in the sea
I would exchange them for a kiss from you
It's the only thing I wish for you to give me
But I might be gone for a long time still
And I'm just asking
Is there nothing I can send that can remind you of me
And make your days less long?
How can you, how can you ask me again?
You know it only makes me sad
The same thing I want today
I will want again tomorrow
I got a letter, it was a clear autumn day
It was from the boat she's sailing
It said: "I don't know when I'm coming back
It depends on how I'm feeling"
So if you, my most beloved, feel that way
Your thoughts have well started to wander
And you're not thinking about me anymore
But of the country to where you're going
So take the summer's heat and take the winter's cold
Take the early spring's wildest winds
Yes, there is maybe something you can send home to me:
Spanish boots of soft, Spanish leather