Galicia Dos Meus Namoros
Nacin na quela galicia
Da senda mais feiticeiras
Corrin por aqueles campos
Y aquelas praias queridas
Ai, lalala
Non hay terra como a nosa
Fala como a nosa fala
Campos como os nosos campos
Praias como as nosas praias
Que fermosa eres galicia
Miña terra queridiña
Sempre calida e xeitosa, tan churrusqueiriña sempre
Garouran os paxariños, entre toxos e silveiras
E unha gaita repinica na frondosa carballeira
As rias baixas son encaixes de ouro e mar
Espellos de ilusions para soñar
Non hay terra como a nosa fala, como a nosa fala
As rias baixas son encaixes de ouro e mar
Espellos de ilusions pra soñar
Garouran os paxariños, entre toxos e silveiras
E unha gaita repinica na frondosa carballeira
Ai, lalala
Galicia of My Loves
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