En Los Pueblos De Mi Andalucía

In the villages of my Andalusia
The bell ringers, in the early morning,
Wake me up with their little bells
And with the guitars make me cry.

And I start to sing,
And to feel like the little birds
Singing in the branches and taking flight.

And the flowers of the Andalusian countryside
At daybreak full of dew,
Cry sorrows that I am singing
From the first day I met you,
Because in your love
I have all my five senses
And I go crazy without being able to see.

Little birds that are in the field
Looking for love and freedom,
Remind the man I love
To come to my window in the early morning;
I give him my heart
The moment he arrives
Singing the sorrows I have gone through.