Malaga where our lips first met,
To the beat of the castanet,
Now I pray to the skies above,
Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah!
Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me.
Malaguena, though you are everything to me,
Malaguena, my true love is the sea.
Love like ours must learn to play,play a waiting game,
And live just for the flame;
Malaguena, there's a fire deep inside of me,
That must burn, die out, so I can be free.
If no spark lingers within when the storm is past,
I'll be yours, I'll be yours, yours at last.