Granada, land dreamed of by me
My song becomes gypsy
When it is for you
My song, made of fantasy
My song, flower of melancholy
May I I come to give
Granada, bloody land
In bullfighting afternoons
Woman who preserves the spell
Of the Moorish eyes
Of dream, rebel, gypsy
Covered with flowers
And I kiss your scarlet mouth
Juicy apple
That speaks to me about loves
Granada, manola, sung
In beautiful couplets
I don't have something else to give you
That a bouquet of roses
Of roses of soft fragrance
That they gave a frame to the dark Virgin
Granada, your land is full
Of pretty woman, of blood and sun

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