| 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. |
| Malguena, Tho' you are every-thing 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. |