This is from the Wally Opera that Harold referenced earlier.

I'm going to try to find it in Spanish.

Well then? I'll go far away,
as goes the echo from the pious bell
there, amid the white snow;
there, amid the golden clouds;
there, where hope is, hope,
regret, regret, and sorrow!

O my mother's joyous house,
Wally will go away from you,
from you so far away
and perhaps to you, perhaps to you
never she will return,
nor you will see her again!
nevermore, nevermore!

I'll go alone and far away,
as is the echo of the pious bell,
there, amid the white snow;
I'll go, I'll go alone and far away!
and amid the golden clouds!

'Tis well! my way lies yonder!
I hear afar the snowy mountains calling;
Forth to their heights I wander,
Forth to the sunset glow;
'Tis they shall calm the sorrow, calm the sorrow,
This heart alone, this heart alone may know.

Oh! peaceful cottage,
Dear home of my childhood,
The mountains are calling me!
Alas! I now must leave thee!
And nevermore,
And nevermore shall mine eyes fondly behold thee!
Home that I love so dearly.
Farewell! farewell!

'Tis well! my way lies yonder;
I can hear the snowy mountains calling;
Forth to their heights I wander;
Farewell! farewell! home of my childhood!
Farewell for evermore!