Las Muchachas De La Plaza Espana

It's old Rome in spring
A vine
Of jasmine in bloom.

And in Plaza España the lovers
Speak longingly
Of their tender love.

Even the church bells
Sing joys
For the heart.

The girls of Plaza España
Are so pretty
With their games, their cheerful songs
And their smiles.

They are thousands of butterflies
Of a thousand colors
More beautiful
Than flowers.

How many dreams are in their eyes
Shining
They are looks sweeter and softer
Than a burning kiss.

With their faces and their innocent air
Like little virgins
The girls of Plaza España
Are so pretty