Mi Jaca

The swagger, the bravery, the elegance
And the enchantment of a Sevillian night
I wouldn't trade it for the rustic grace
And the spirit of my mare from Jerez
On her back, she's like a queen
With diamond spurs on her feet
Wearing them as a crown and comb
Wearing them as a crown and comb
The majesty of the Cordoban hat
My mare gallops and cuts through the wind
When she passes by the port
On the road to Jerez
I love her just like that gypsy
Who is tormenting me
Because of a love affair
My mare gallops and cuts through the wind
When she passes by the port
On the road to Jerez
On the back of my mare from Jerez
She sways proudly and arrogantly
Just like the air sways through my window
The geraniums, the carnations, and the roses