Mi querida España [versión sin censura] [English translation]

My beloved Spain,

this living Spain

this dead Spain

From your holy siesta

now you´re woken up

by poet´s verses.

Where are your eyes,

where are your hands,

where, your head?

My beloved Spain,

this Spain of mine,

this Spain of ours.

My beloved Spain,

this new Spain

this old Spain

From the quiet tilled fields,

from the balck bandages

over your open flesh.

¿Who suffered your hunger,

who drank your blood

when you were all dried up?

My beloved Spain,

this Spain of mine,

this Spain of ours.

My beloved Spain,

this doubtful Spain

this blind Spain.

A people of their word,

of sour skin,

yet promises so sweet.

I want to be your earth,

I want to be your grass

when I die.

My beloved Spain,

this Spain of mine,

this Spain of ours.

• Artist:Cecilia
• Album:Un ramito de violetas (1975)