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 charm of Moorish eyes
Of rebellious and gypsy dream covered in flowers
And I kiss your mouth of juicy pomegranate
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 rebellious and gypsy dream covered in flowers
And I kiss your mouth of juicy pomegranate
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 of sun