Violetas Imperiales

Violet for you, I have a song,
the same one I learned in your old street cry,
do you remember in Granada,
at the foot of the Albaicín,
together in the garden,
that gave us its song.
You know there will be no spring,
if you are not here, violet seller,
spring has come
and I know why it has been,
among the flowers you offer,
it's like a flower.
Return to your corner of the Alhambra,
where the moon copies your dances,
my violet of Spain,
you, in a foreign land,
live giving meaning to love, to love.
(Repeat)