La Otra España
Con sombrero de ala ancha
Y un clavel en la solapa
Un don juan se hizo a la mar
Con la tierra a sus espaldas
La aventura en su mirada
Su guitarra y un cantar
Oh marinero, oh marinero.
De su capa hizo un poncho
De su guitarra un charango
De su tierra otra mar.
Tú eres la otra españa
La que huele a caña, tabaco y brea
Eres la perezosa
La de piel dorada, la marinera
Ah ah ah marinera, ah ah ah marinera.
Entre notas de guitarra
Les hablaba de su tierra
De un clavel y de un balcón
Donde aún llora una niña
Esperando a aquél que un día
Se olvidó decirle adiós
Oh marinero, oh marinero.
Con sombrero de ala ancha
Y un clavel en la solapa
Un don juan se hizo a la mar...
The Other Spain
With a wide-brimmed hat
And a carnation in the lapel
A Don Juan set sail
With the land behind him
Adventure in his gaze
His guitar and a song
Oh sailor, oh sailor.
From his cape he made a poncho
From his guitar a charango
From his land another sea.
You are the other Spain
The one that smells of sugar cane, tobacco, and tar
You are the lazy one
The one with golden skin, the sailor
Ah ah ah sailor, ah ah ah sailor.
Among guitar notes
He spoke to them about his land
About a carnation and a balcony
Where a girl still cries
Waiting for the one who one day
Forgot to say goodbye
Oh sailor, oh sailor.
With a wide-brimmed hat
And a carnation in the lapel
A Don Juan set sail...