Granada

Granada, land dreamed by me
my singing becomes gypsy
when it's for you
my singing made of fantasy
my singing, flower of melancholy
that I come to give you

Granada,
bloody land
in bullfight afternoons
Woman who retains the charm
of Moorish eyes
of rebellious and gypsy dream
covered in flowers
and I kiss your pomegranate mouth
juicy apple
that speaks to me of loves

Granada Manola
crooned in precious verses
I have nothing else to give you
than a bouquet of roses
of roses with soft fragrance
that would frame
the Dark Virgin

Granada
your land is full of beautiful women
of blood and sun