I know a little boy who lives near my house And when he sees me, he hugs me with the semblance of a dream And I take him in my arms to hold him close to me Because he is the best friend who has ever held my hands He calls me Canarito because I was born in the Canary Islands In the most beautiful place of my extraordinary land He calls me Canarito because I sing with my soul Although sometimes I seem more like a lonely bird When I return to my house, as if I were a child I caress him with my hands, telling him see you tomorrow Then he runs away as if he had wings While I return to the silence, oh of me, if I were to fly He calls me Canarito because I was born in the Canary Islands In the most beautiful place of my extraordinary land He calls me Canarito because I sing with my soul Although sometimes I seem more like a lonely bird