Give me the perfumes of its streets and its flowers
And the light of its mornings, watercolor of colors
Give me its hot rhythms when its guitars sound
And the ringing of a gypsy when is clapping
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that angel of my people when their hearts sing to them and they say
Olé , olé, olé, olá
My land has a grace that I couldn't stand
Give me its flavors of fried food and chamomile
And its popular festivals that are a wonder
Give me its beauty made of a thousand races
And the courage of its bullfighters when they go out to the plaza
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that àAngel of my people when their heart sings to them and they say Olé, olé, olé, olá
There is no more beautiful compliment that they can give you
And they say
Olé, olé, olé, olá
My land has a grace that I couldn't stand
Fill my eyes with its turquoise blue sky
And the magic of its moon that bewitches you and kisses you
Take me on horseback through marshes and paths
A offer my love to the Virgin of RocÃÂo
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that angel of my people when their hearts sing to them and they say
br/>Olé, olé, olé, olá
It is the cry of my people when they really want to
And they say
Olé olé, olé, oláMy land has a grace that I couldn't stand ¡
There is no nicer compliment that they can give you and they say
Olé, olé, olé, olá
My land It has a grace that I can't stand olá
Olé, olé
Olé, olé, olé, olá
It is the cry of my people when he really wants
Olé, olé, olé, olá
My land has a grace that I couldn't stand
Olé, olé, olé, olá
There is no nicer compliment that they can give you and they say
Olé, olé, olà©, olá
My land has a grace that I could not endure

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