22 Abriles Tengo

I'm a girl from Seville
I'm a girl from Seville by birth
In my songs, I bring joy
And I sing the same for tientos
As for fandangos and bulerías
I don't step out of line
Nor out of my way of being
And wherever I go
They always say ole

Oh, tongue, go and tell
That they talk about my old age
I'm 22 years old, 22 years old
Is it envy or charity?

They say my song is a sentence
They talk about jealousy and loves
My song has experience
Of joy and of bitter tastes
I sing, I sing to a child's laughter
And to a woman's soul
I sing, I sing the burden of a love
That brings me trouble
My song has prestige
It doesn't despise foreigners
But as I'm Spanish
Spanish
For Spain I live and die
For Spain I live and die.

Where are you going, girl
Where are you going, girl with that hair
And that big bun like a doorknob
It pleases the man I fancy
And there's no soul to cut it off
Your ruffles and dresses
Are no longer in fashion, woman
I wear them because they're mine
And from Seville and ole

I sing about flowery grilles
Courtyards of shadow and light
I sing about my Andalusia
My Andalusia
Long live the Andalusian

They say my song is a sentence
They talk about jealousy and loves
My song has experience
Of joy and bitter tastes
I sing, I sing to a child's laughter
And to a woman's soul
I sing, I sing the burden of a love
That brings me trouble
My song has prestige
It doesn't despise foreigners
But as I'm Spanish
Spanish
For Spain I live and die
For Spain I live and die