Granada

Granada, land dreamed of 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 spell
Of Moorish eyes
Of rebellious and gypsy dream
Covered in flowers
And I kiss her pomegranate mouth
Juicy apple
That speaks to me of loves

Granada, manola
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 virgin.

Granada,
Your land is full
Of beautiful women
Of blood and sun.