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, bloodstained land
In bullfight afternoons
Woman who retains the charm
Of Moorish eyes
Dream, rebellious, gypsy
Covered in flowers
And I kiss your 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 soft fragrance
That would frame the dark-skinned virgin
Granada, your land is full
Of beautiful women, of blood and sun