María Dolores

God has given you the grace of heaven,
María Dolores
And in your eyes, instead of looks,
There are rays of sun

Let me sing to you,
Dark-haired woman of my loves
A bolero that exalts your grace
That is so Spanish.

Olé, olé
You move better than the waves
And you carry the grace of heaven
The night in your hair
Spanish woman.

Olé, olé
Your eyes are so captivating
That when I look at them up close
Enchanted by their spell
I am your prisoner.

Olé, olé
The flowers envy you
For you carry essence in your soul
Of the Spanish air, María Dolores

Olé, olé and olé
I love you for being so beautiful and graceful
And instead of telling you a compliment,
María Dolores,
I sing you a bolero