Galicia Dos Meus Namoros

I was born in that Galicia
Of the most enchanting paths
Running through those fields
And those beloved beaches
Oh, lalala

There’s no land like ours
Speaks like our language
Fields like our fields
Beaches like our beaches

How beautiful you are, Galicia
My dear homeland
Always warm and charming, so sweet and lovely
The little birds chirp, among the gorse and brambles
And a bagpipe plays in the lush oak grove

The Rías Baixas are frames of gold and sea
Mirrors of dreams to inspire
There’s no land like our speech, like our speech
The Rías Baixas are frames of gold and sea
Mirrors of dreams to inspire

The little birds chirp, among the gorse and brambles
And a bagpipe plays in the lush oak grove
Oh, lalala