La Rosa Y El Viento

In the Alhambra there was a rose prettier than any,
The whiteness of the fountains envied its whiteness,
At night when the Alhambra was dressing in moonlight
The wind descended to Granada in search of its beauty.

The rose was distracted listening to the fountains,
While the wind moaned with love in the lookout points.

Oh my rose of the Alhambra, rose of the Moorish quarter,
I will do whatever you command as long as you are mine.
Command the bells to ring and I will make them ring,
Command the cart to dry up and it will not run again.
But for the love of God,
But for the love of God,
Do not command me not to love you because I cannot do that.

The Queen passed by one afternoon by the side of the rose,
If the rose was made of snow, the queen was more beautiful,
And cutting it from the stem with a velvet hand
With a silver pin she fastened it in her hair.
And at night in the Alhambra while the rose was dying,
Crying in the streams the sad wind said.

Oh my rose of the Alhambra, rose of the Moorish quarter,
I will do whatever you command as long as you are mine.
Command the bells to ring and I will make them ring,
Command the cart to dry up and it will not run again.
But for the love of God,
But for the love of God,
Do not command me not to love you because I cannot do that.