Granada, land of my dreams
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 on bullfighting afternoons
Woman who preserves the spell of Moorish eyes
Rebellious and gypsy covered in dreams of flowers
And I kiss your mouth of juicy grana apple
That speaks to me of loves
Granada, Manola sung in beautiful couplets
I have nothing else to give you but a bouquet of roses
br/>Of a rebellious dream and a gypsy covered in flowers
And I kiss your mouth of juicy red apple
That speaks to me about loves
Granada, Manola sung in beautiful couplets
I have nothing else to give you than a bouquet of roses
Of roses with a soft fragrance
That would give a frame to the dark Virgin
Granada, your land is full
Of beautiful women , of blood and of sun

INVIA LE CORREZIONI