Maria Dolores

God has given you the grace of heaven, Maria Dolores
And in your eyes, instead of glances, there are rays of Sun
Let me sing to you, my love, my dark-haired beauty
A bolero that praises your charm, so very Spanish

Olé, olé
You move better than the waves
And you have the grace of heaven
The night in your hair, Spanish woman

Olé, olé
Your eyes are so colorful
That when they look at me up close
Caught in their spell, I'm their prisoner

Olé, olé
The flowers envy you
Because you carry the essence in your core
Of the air of Spain, Maria Dolores

Olé, olé
For being lovely and graceful, I adore you
Instead of giving you compliments
Maria Dolores, I sing you a bolero

Olé, olé
You move better than the waves
And you have the grace of heaven
The night in your hair, Spanish woman

Olé, olé
Your eyes are so colorful
That when they look at me up close
Caught in their spell, I'm their prisoner

Olé, olé
The flowers envy you
Because you carry the essence in your core
Of the air of Spain, Maria Dolores

Olé, olé
For being lovely and graceful, I adore you
Instead of giving you compliments
Maria Dolores, I sing you a bolero

Olé, olé
Olé, olé