Granada, land dreamed by me
My singing, it becomes gypsy when
is for you.
My singing, made of fantasy.
My singing,
flower of melancholy
That I come to give you.
Granada, I saw you bloody
in the afternoon of bulls.
Woman who
retains the spell of the Moorish eyes.
I dream gypsy rebel
flower cover
And I kiss your gray mouth,
Juicy apple
who talks to me about loves
Granada, 'manola' sung in
beautiful couplets
I do not have
another thing to give you that
a bouquet of roses.
From soft fragrance roses
That they gave him
frame to the brunette Virgin.
Granada, your land is full
Of cute
women of blood and sun ..
From soft roses
fragrance
That they gave frame to the dark Virgin.
Granada, you
Earth is full
Of beautiful women of blood and sun ..
Only among all we can make this a better place :)