Listen to my song
I've let it take flight to you
to you, my Spain under the Andalusian sun,
cradle of the gypsy race,
where I don't have but to drink to forget
and be happy.
I'm gypsy from Granada
born in Albaicin
a lower class neighborhood
as white as a jasmine.
I'm courting a woman
gypsy the same as me
drop dead beautiful
dark in skin and (hair) colour.
I appreciate the flavour
of Jerez wine,
clapping to the beat,
the mirabrás1 bull
and a gypsy singing
zambra1 and soleá1
You don't know how much I love you
Spain of my soul.
when I'm away from you I'm dying
since I'm living off your joy.
I'm a gypsy because God made me so
my treasure is my love's light.
Oh yes, look, look, look at me.
I don't know what I'd do for your little eyes
My queen has coral lips
which I'd kiss all night and day.
1. a. b. c. A flamenco genre