Jaén

Through Cazorla the Serrana
from Cazalilla to Baeza
and between Linares and Arquillos
a dove flew
with an olive branch.

In its green and white flight
and in its wandering coo.
It carries a message in its beak:
there will be wars in the world
but an olive tree has many branches.

I was born in Torredelcampo
in Porcuna or Carboneros.

I'm from Andújar or Marmolejo,
from Montizón and La Iruela,
from Vilches and Noalejo
from Los Villares and Lopera
Huelma or Torredonjimeno.

From Jabalquinto and Jaén
from Génave and Escañuela
I'm from Alcaudete and Bailén
from Quesada and Sorihuela
from Rus and Santo Tomé.

And I have everything I want:
my Virgin of the Head
the soul of an olive worker
and to have been born
in the greatest land in the whole world.

It flew from Hornos and La Guardia
to Fuensanta de Martos.

From Frailes and Villadonpardo
to Villanueva de la Reina
from Siles to Santiago
to Calatraba to Canena
Jaén of the mountain and the plain.

It went to Alcalá la Real
flew from Carcheles to Orcera
from Sabiote to Castellar
to Segura de la Sierra
it went to Navas de San Juán.

And I have everything I want:
my Virgin of the Head
the soul of an olive worker
and to have been born
in the greatest land in the whole world.

Belmez and Santiago Pontones,
Torres de Albanchez, La Puerta,
Santisteban, Villatorres, Begíjar.
And a taranta awakens
next to Baños de la Encina.

Beas de Segura,
Bedmar and Garciez, Benatae,
Albanchez de Úbeda,
Puente de Génave
and Valdepeñas de Jaén.

Jaén of Huesa and Mengíbar,
Iznatoraf and Jimena.

Hinojares and Jamilena,
Higuera de Calatraba,
Cambil, Campillo de Arenas,
Jaén of Lahiguera and Larva
La Carolina and Chilluevar.

From Arjona and Pegalajar
Jódar and Villacarrillo
Martos and Mancha Real,
Úbeda and Villarodrigo,
Fuerte del Rey, and Guarromán.

And I have everything I want:
my Virgin of the Head,
the soul of an olive worker
and to have been born
in the greatest land in the whole world.

The dove keeps saying
I'm from Lupión and Castillo.

Through Villanueva del Arzobispo
it went to Torres de Chiclana
and Cabra del Santo Cristo.
From Pozo Alcón and Quesada
and from Santa Elena to Ibros.

From Aldequemada to Espelúy,
it went to Peal de Becerro
with its happy little branch.
And from Torreblascopedro
to Torreperogil.

And I have everything I want:
my Virgin of the Head,
the soul of an olive worker
and to have been born
in the greatest land in the whole world.