Cuando Siento Una Guitarra

When I feel a guitar,
When I feel a guitar,
I feel like crying,
Because I remember Spain,
Because I remember Spain,
The land I dream of,

Beautiful gardens in flowers,
Are your best streams,
And the sun peeks to see them,
In its burning rays,
It sends gold in abundance,

And in the clear night,
Even the sky sings,
And in a throat,
I believe I hear,
Words of love,
Very close to a grille,
Sighs and complaints,
And a kiss upon impact,

Oh my Spain, beloved land,
Although I don't know you,
I love you more than my life,
And you are the pride of the whole world,
And that's why I love you,
Because you have been,
My mother