Miña Terra Galega
Siniestro Total
My Galician Land
To a Caribbean island
I had to emigrate
And work as a waiter
Far far from my home
From my home.
I'm overwhelmed by longing
The pain of Breogán;
When the muñeira plays
The tears start to flow
Start to flow.
My Galician land
Where the sky is always gray
My Galician land
It's hard to be away from you
Away from you.
Where the pines complain
And the alalás are heard
Where the rain is art
And God took a rest
To rest.
The bagpipes of Ortigueira
The Kafkianos of Jaján
The Galician Armed League
And the Pazo de Meirás
De Meirás.
My Galician land
Where the sky is always gray
My Galician land
It's hard to be away from you
Away from you.
My Galician land
Where the sky is always gray
My Galician land
It's hard to be away from you
Away from you.
My Galician land
My Galician land
My Galician land
My Galician land
My Galician land
My Galician land
