Andalucía

The smell of salt surrounds my thirst,
I am enchanted by the color of your street.

The sound of the sea that brings me here,
enchants my singing and seduces my skin.

Flamenco land of pain and sadness
that has forged the flag of the poet
who defends Andalusia with his life.

Courtyard where the air draws the walls,
song of flowers that lovers give each other.

A man sitting with a guitar,
siren's song and gypsy dance.

Flamenco land of passion and joy
that fills us with hope day and night,
I defend Andalusia with my life.

We were two singing to life,
I come to remember your voice and your joyful melody.

I don't want to leave you,
tie my sailboat, which is my sincere heart.

And now guide me, teach me to fly
through your mountains and rivers,
teach me to say I love you,
with a single lament,
Andalusia, I love you my life.

We were two singing to life,
I come to remember your voice and your joyful melody.

Andalusia, Andalusia..

You have given me everything I am,
the way to walk,
I measure my steps
so as not to lose myself anymore.

You have given me everything I am,
the way to walk,
I measure my steps
so as not to lose myself anymore.

You have given me everything I am,
the way to walk,
I measure my steps
so as not to lose myself anymore.

You have given me everything I am,
the way to walk,
I measure my steps
so as not to lose myself anymore.