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
Woman who keeps the charm
of those dark eyes
of a rebellious dream and gypsy
covered in flowers
and I kiss your ruby lips
juicy apple
that speaks to me of love

Granada Manola
sung in precious verses
I have nothing else to give you
but a bouquet of roses
of roses with a sweet fragrance
that would frame
the Dark Virgin

Granada
your land is full of beautiful women
of blood and sun