Granada, land dreamed by me
my singing becomes gypsy when I'm here
my singing made of fantasy
my singing flower of melancholy
that I come to give you
Won, brunette, sung in beautiful couplets
I have nothing else to give you a bouquet of roses
of soft fragrance roses that gave him the frame
to the brunette virgin
Granada, your land is full of beautiful women
of blood and sun
lalaralarala, lalaralarala
Remember Acapulco
of those nights
Maria Bonita, Maria del alma
Remember that on the beach
with your little hands
the little stars, you rinsed them
your body, from the sea toy ship to the gare
came the waves were swinging
and when I looked at you
I say it with feeling
my thoughts betrayed me
María, María, Bonita
Only one time
the soul is given
with the sweet and total
renunciation,
and when that miracle does
the prodigy of love,
they are bells of glory that sing
in my heart
they are bells of glory that sing
in my heart
Only among all we can make this a better place :)