El verde de Andalucía, JAÉN

Jaén, Plaza de Santa María
Let me look closely at your olive green eyes
Jaén, I saw you from the castle
The Moon in Santa Catalina
How beautiful it looked on the Cross of Sighs
The drums are already echoing
The cheers clamoring to the sky
Jaén takes to the streets because finally Friday arrives
Father Jesus the grandfather

The green of Andalusia, the green of your olive groves, the green that is in your veins
The green, the green oil in your blood
Andalusians from Jaén, proud olive pickers, tell me in the soul who raised the olive trees

Oh nest of the sparrowhawks
Your landscapes inspired, the heart and the pen of Don Antonio Machado
The region of La Loma, jewel of the Renaissance, at the first light of day, the clay coming to life in the hands of the potters
And from the hills of Úbeda, I see the Sierra de Cazorla
With Segura and the villages, my God what a marvel the interior when it appears

The green of Andalusia, the green of your olive groves, the green that is in your veins
The green, the green oil in your blood
Andalusians from Jaén, proud olive pickers, tell me in the soul who, who raised the olive trees
Who raised the olive trees, who raised the olive trees
Tell me in the soul who
Andalusians from Jaén