This is the story of a goddess
as there was never any
ran the art in his olive green color look
of a Moorish father and a Christian woman
with queen skin and body of sultana
she moved her hands like a gypsy
and his spell stole your soul
He says there was a lot that tried to conquer it
and others were left spellbound just by looking at it
although nobody has seen her again for a long time
I know she is not a legend
and s? very well where can I find it
the one that everyone called ...
Al Andalus, Al Andalus,
I take your name from north to south
Al Andalus you are the light
that blinds the one who looks at you
Al Andalus, Al Andalus
I scream your name in the crowd
you are desire Al Andalus
and I'm dreaming of my right
He says they saw her walking through the Alhambra
and that in the ria de Huelva the face was washed
then, what if the Giralda heard it sung
road to Jaen
And a Malague? A told him that he was looking for her
and a Cordobesa confused with his look
in Cadiz I knew that I wanted her
and in Almeria I made it mine
Now I know where I can find it
which everyone will call ...
Al Andalus, Al Andalus,
I take your name from north to south
Al Andalus you are the light
that blinds the one who looks at you
Al Andalus, Al Andalus
I scream your name in the crowd
you are desire Al Andalus
and I'm dreaming of my right
Al Andalus, Al Andalus, Al Andalus, (Choirs)
(hey, let's go ...), no, no, no, ...
Al Andalus you drive me crazy
give me your heaven but little by little (bis) (bis) (bis) (bis)
Al Andalus, Al Andalus,
Al Andalus you are the light
that blinds the one who looks at you
Al Andalus, Al Andalus
I scream your name in the crowd
you are desire Al Andalus
and there is no border 'pa' acerte mia
Aaaaaa, aaaaaa, aaaaaa,
Aaaaaa, aaaaaaa, Al Andalus ..
Al Andalus you drive me crazy
give me your heaven but little by little (bis) (bis)
Andalus.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)