Granada land dreamed by me
My song becomes gypsy
When it is for you
My song made of fantasy
My song flower of melancholy
That I come to give you
Granada bloody land
In bullfighting afternoons
Woman who preserves the spell
Of Moorish eyes
Of gypsy rebel dream
Covered with flowers
And I kiss your grana mouth
Juicy apple
That speaks to me about loves
Granada manola sung
In beautiful couplets
I have nothing else to give you
May a bouquet of roses
Of roses of soft fragrance
May they give a frame to the dark Virgin
Granada, your land is full
Of beautiful women of blood and sun

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN