Granada

Granada, land dreamed by me
My singing turns gypsy when it's for you
My singing made of fantasy
My singing flower of melancholy
That I come to give you
Granada
Land bloodied
In bullfight afternoons
Woman who retains the charm
Of Moorish eyes
I dream of you rebellious and gypsy
Covered in flowers
And I kiss your pomegranate mouth
Juicy apple
That speaks to me of loves

Granada, my dear
Sung in precious verses
I have nothing else to give you
But a bouquet of roses
Of roses with a soft fragrance
That would frame the dark-skinned virgin

Granada
Your land is full
Of beautiful women
Of blood and Sun