Seguiriya Madre (part. ROSALÍA)

How the bells rang, gentlemen
Oh, uy, oh, gentlemen
From San Juan de Dios
How they rang, how they rang for the mother
Of my soul, of my heart

I, oh
I, oh

If I have to leave, let it be to return
To you and to the land
And to my mother who saw me born
I have everything I want
But I don't have any of what I need

I don't have you by my side
Nor you, nor the land
Nor my mother who, who saw me, saw me born