Andalucia El Origen

I am an old woman, the light of a new day
I am the morning, I am old Andalusia
(I am an old woman, I am Andalusia)
(I am the morning, I am old Andalusia)
Come here to my lap

Even though my legs tremble
If you see me drowning in memories
Always keep me in your mind
See the wrinkles I have
And how I can barely walk
I am an old woman full of culture
Who will embroider these two verses

And I live in a cozier little house
For anyone who wants to come visit me
I have countryside, good wine, and guitar
I have wind that combs my seas
I have villages made of lime
A thousand verses turned into poetry
I have to give and to gift you
I am old Andalusia

I live in a cozier little house
For anyone who wants to come visit me
I have good wine, good wine, and guitar
I have wind that combs my seas
And I have villages made of lime
A thousand verses turned into poetry
I have to give and to gift you

I am old Andalusia
The water pouring from a fountain
The tomato soup
A touch of jasmine
A very dark and very flamenco woman
The cell of polka dots
A good potato with meat
The midday sun
Olive oil

The beach, the countryside
The essence of its people
The joy, the nostalgia
The old folks sunbathing
Bread with tomato and garlic

The country hat
A good livestock
He, like the sea, swallows the sun of the new day
The people of the countryside, the good days
To live and die, my friends
Andalusia
Always Andalusia
(I am an old woman, I am Andalusia)