Galicia Terra Nosa
Galicia terra nosa,
Que triste estou lonxe de ti.
Ai, la, la, la...
Galicia que bonitas
Son as túas festas,
Que mozas garridas
E namoradelas.
Queren como naide,
Son agarimosas,
Divino tesouro
Desa terra nosa.
Galicia terra querida,
Terra de labregos nobres.
Cada corredoira túa
Mil segredos ten de amores,
Que rías de marabilla
Que campiña tan bonita,
Teus encantos, túa nobleza,
Todo o mundo a ti che envidia.
Cando estou lonxe de ti
Terra meiga, terra enxebre,
Mil recordos me acompañan,
Pensando que hei de volvere,
Para ver a mi miña rula,
Para ver o meu querer.
E despois na miña terra
Quero vivir e morrere,
Quero morrere
Ai, la, la, la...
Galicia Our Land
Galicia our land,
How sad I am far from you.
Oh, la, la, la...
Galicia how beautiful
Are your festivals,
With charming young girls
And sweethearts.
They love like no one else,
They are affectionate,
Divine treasure
Of that our land.
Beloved land of Galicia,
Land of noble farmers.
Each of your country roads
Holds a thousand secrets of love,
What wonderful laughter
What a beautiful countryside,
Your charms, your nobility,
Everyone envies you.
When I am far from you
Sweet land, native land,
A thousand memories accompany me,
Thinking that I must return,
To see my dear ones,
To see my love.
And then in my land
I want to live and die,
I want to die
Oh, la, la, la...