Love in Spain is unique,
It is death and resurrection,
sound and love that accustoms to waking up,
cursing what was just heard.
Our love, dear,
in Spain is not the grand reason,
it's the flame that overflows from the heart.
It's crying over the sadness of living
And singing the happiness of death...
Beloved of a Spanish woman,
I ask that you give me
the same as someone from Madrid
born in Lavapiés.
Carnations from Granada
over your fleur de lis
will put this sunrise
Spain enamored
with the sky in Paris.
Love in Spain is unique,
It is death and resurrection,
sound and love that accustoms to waking up,
cursing what was just heard.
Our love, dear,
in Spain is not the grand reason,
it's the flame that overflows from the heart.
It's crying over the sadness of living
And singing the happiness of death...
Love...in Spain...