La Nana Del Sur

It's my turn tonight, I'm going to let him sleep. Although you were born far away, you're also Andalusian. How tiny, how much I love you, a little story from the south that your grandfather tells you.
I had to come here, your father was a boy and has become a man here, a little olive that the olive tree produces and now he doesn't want to leave.

Malaga and Huelva, eyes like a hare, Cordoba, Cadiz, Granada, Jaen, Seville, Almeria, look at those white and green eyes, my Andalusian children.

Father, don't talk to the child about the bread van. Please put out the fire in the little southern village, don't you realize when I take you that an Andalusian gets off and a stranger gets on. There are no cobbled alleys, father, stop with the stories, that lullaby isn't true because life and time never start again.

Malaga and Huelva, eyes like a hare, Cordoba, Cadiz, Granada, Jaen, Seville, Almeria, look at those white and green eyes, my Andalusian children.

I was fourteen years old and he sang to me every day, he always talked to me in the village about the women of the south, look at that face, look at that hair, what a girlfriend for an Andalusian, as your grandfather tells you. From so much coming and going, one summer night he got lost on a path, felt the kiss of some lips and now he doesn't want to leave.

Malaga and Huelva, eyes like a hare, Cordoba, Cadiz, Granada, Jaen, Seville, Almeria, look at those white and green eyes, my Andalusian children.

The wedding is over, may you be happy on your day. Ask God every day not to have to emigrate, always stay in Andalusia because what is left behind is lost forever. Grandfather, you're not leaving, you're going to stay with me and your newlywed granddaughter, I want to fall asleep listening to this song.

Malaga and Huelva, eyes like a hare, Cordoba, Cadiz, Granada, Jaen, Seville, Almeria, look at those white and green eyes, my Andalusian children.