Bajo mi cielo andaluz [English translation]

The light of my Andalusia's sky

Is like the reflection of a fine knife

And until the guitar sings and vibrates alone

With the sorcery of some little fandango

Its light, like a happy bell laughter

Is the marvel of it's radiance

Is like a couplet the air threshes

Under the gaze of its clear sun

Andalusian sky, he of the May crosses

He that filled my patio with happy laughter

Andalusian sky, of incomparable splendor

Under your morning stars are two bandits

A Spanish face's eyes

The fever in the blood, the soul in the eyes

The moon on high, the wine in the cane

He that has not lived the Andalusian night

Would never say he lives in Spain

Would not say he heard some couplet

Nor say he knows how to love

If he hasn't been intoxicated by the Andalusian night

Looking into the eyes of some woman

Andalusian sky, he of the May crosses

He that filled my patio with happy laughter

Andalusian sky, of incomparable splendor

Under your morning stars are two bandits

A Spanish face's eyes