A Morriña
Eu teño morriña
Eu quero volver
A minha terra
Que me viu nacer.
Eu teño morriña
Eu quero volver
Camareiro outro vaso
De licor café.
Escoita rapaz,
E ti de quen eres?
Pregunta a vella
Ó neno que bebe.
Sen catos na rúa
Unha bosta na vaca
A noite chegou
Non teño resaca
Ainda non.
Nin augardente, nin viño
Nin albariño, nin té
Nin vaca no millo,
Nin zapato no pé
Solo polo camiño
Ardendome os pes
E afogando as penas
Có meu licor café.
Eu teño morriña
Eu quero volver
A minha terra
Que me viu nacer.
Eu teño morriña
Eu quero volver
Camareiro outro vaso
De licor café.
De licor café, licor café, licor café
De licor café, licor café, licor café
De licor café, licor café, licor café
Non teño resaca
Que non, que non.
Non teño resaca
Ainda non.
Eu teño morriña
Que si señor.
Eu teño morriña
No corazón.
Homesickness
I'm homesick
I want to go back
To my land
That saw me born.
I'm homesick
I want to go back
Waiter, another glass
Of Irish coffee.
Listen, boy,
And who are you?
Ask the old lady
To the kid who drinks.
Without thorns in the street
A cow's dung
The night has come
I'm not hungover
Not yet.
Neither moonshine, nor wine
Nor Albariño, nor tea
Nor cow in the cornfield,
Nor shoe on the foot
Just along the way
My feet burning
And drowning sorrows
With my Irish coffee.
I'm homesick
I want to go back
To my land
That saw me born.
I'm homesick
I want to go back
Waiter, another glass
Of Irish coffee.
Of Irish coffee, Irish coffee, Irish coffee
Of Irish coffee, Irish coffee, Irish coffee
Of Irish coffee, Irish coffee, Irish coffee
I'm not hungover
No, no.
I'm not hungover
Not yet.
I'm homesick
Yes sir.
I'm homesick
In my heart.