Granada

Moorish land until eternity
Olive groves, Allah's garden
Are walls around you
And in the Alhambra a prayer is heard:
"So far from you that I have
To miss you,
Since that April I can't forget your gaze.
My blood boils,
It's almost madness since that damn April".

Granada,
Your breeze mixed with countryside scents
Provokes my smile
And memories of a cherished time.
Granada...

I still get lost in imagination
But I yearn to return there and sit
To contemplate a sunset from the Albaicín.
"So far from you and I can't forget your charm,
Since that April I believe I'm still bewitched.
My blood burns.
I'm someone different since that damn April".

Granada,
Your breeze tastes like jasmine and rosemary
Which are like caresses
The touch of a sweet memory.

White villages of paint and lime,
Like oases of desert mirages in the mountains.
They are ghosts in the darkness
That blind my eyes at dawn.

Like García Lorca, a crazy lover
Who saw that land die.

Granada,
Your breeze of sea, river, sun, and mountain,
Left a wound of good times
That cloud my eyes
Realizing I still think of Granada.