When the wind barely stirred
And the sky stretched into the sea
On the rail of a sailboat
Who, feeling sad, sang
Who, feeling sad, sang
My ground, my hill, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruit
See if you can see lands of Spain
Of the fragile sailing boat
The wounded song dying
Speaks the sting of desires
From lips burning with kisses
That kiss the air and nothing else
That kiss the air and nothing else
Mom goodbye, goodbye Maria
Keep it well in your heart
Here I make you a vow
That I'll either take you to the sacristy
Or God has willed
To give me the sea as a grave
Yet behold, another day
When the wind didn't even stir
And the sky stretched into the sea
At the bow of another sailboat
Another sailor kept watch
Who, feeling sad, sang
Who, feeling sad, sang
My ground, my hill, my valley
Of leaves, flowers, golden fruit
See if you can see lands of Spain
See if you can see lands of Spain