Acho qué bonita eres, Murcia mía

Hey, come on! Applause for the orchard
'Cause here we sing with open hearts

Among lemon and orange trees in the Sun
The orchard smells of paprika
In the square, laughter rings, and the table's never bare
One sailor out, and another one more! To finish it off

Zarangollo to start, grandma's little pie
Michirones just right, 'cause hunger doesn't stay here
And for dessert, paparajote, with cinnamon and lemon
'Cause Murcia has a magic that grips your heart!

Hey, how beautiful you are, my Murcia
From Cartagena to Cieza, what joy
Mar Menor, La Manga in the wind
And your accent echoes in my chest

Hey, how beautiful you are, wild land
Lorca embroiders his passion, and it hits home!
Caravaca in the mountains
And my love for you never fades

Cartagena by the port, with its history and metal
And the Mar Menor's caldero, tasting of the real sea
Calasparra rice, that sticks to your palate
With rabbit and rosemary, now that's celebrating!

Águilas goes crazy when carnival arrives
And at La Fuensanta, people climb to see its light shine
Ricote Valley in calm, Sierra Espuña free
And in Jumilla, a little drink to toast to friendship

Hey, how beautiful you are, my Murcia
From Cartagena to Cieza, what joy
Mar Menor, La Manga in the wind
And your accent echoes in my chest

Hey, how beautiful you are, wild land
Lorca embroiders his passion, and it hits home!
Caravaca in the mountains
And my love for you never fades

And when spring arrives, the whole orchard's parade
Skirt, bloomers, and a heart with castanets
And if the night ignites, the Sardine gets lost
'Cause here the party rules, and sorrow isn't understood

Yecla looks to the sky with its wine and wood
Bullas keeps a true life in its cellars
Mula has its drum, Totana its walk
And on the beaches, cured fish, don't miss the snacks!

If I leave, I'll come back soon, 'cause this pulls like a magnet
For your people and your light, for your way of embracing
Murcia isn't just a place, Murcia is a way
Of kissing the world goodbye, and singing it anywhere

Hey, how beautiful you are, my Murcia
From Cartagena to Cieza, what joy
Mar Menor, La Manga in the wind
And your accent echoes in my chest

Hey, how beautiful you are, wild land
Lorca embroiders his passion, and it hits home!
Caravaca in the mountains
And my love for you never fades

Hey, if this isn't life, let the Sardine come down and see!