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,
bloody land
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 love.
Granada manola,
sung in precious verses
I have nothing else to give you
but a bouquet of roses,
roses of soft fragrance
that would frame the dark-skinned virgin.
Granada,
your land is full
of beautiful women
of song and sun.
Granada manola,
sung in precious verses
I have nothing else to give you
but a bouquet of roses,
roses of soft fragrance
that would frame the dark-skinned virgin.
Granada,
your land is full
of beautiful women
of blood and sun.