Granada

Granada, a land I dream of
My song turns gypsy when it's for you
My song made of fantasy
My song, a flower of melancholy
That I come to give you
Granada
A land stained with blood
On afternoons of bullfights
A woman who keeps the charm
Of those Moorish eyes
I dream of you, rebellious and gypsy
Covered in flowers
And I kiss your crimson lips
Juicy apple
That speaks to me of love

Granada, my darling
Sung in beautiful verses
I have nothing else to give you
But a bouquet of roses
Roses with a sweet fragrance
That frame the dark-haired virgin

Granada
Your land is full
Of lovely women
Of blood and of sun

Granada
Your land is full
Of lovely women
Of blood and of sun