Granada,
Bloodstained soil
In bull fight afternoons,
Woman who preserves the spell
Of Moorish eyes;
I dream of you rebellious, a gypsy
Covered with flowers,
And I kiss your scarlet mouth,
A juicy apple,
That speaks to me of love.
Granada, simple maiden,
Sung in precious verses,
I have nothing else to give you
Than a bouquet of roses,
Of roses of sweet fragrance,
That framed the dark virgin.
Granada,
Your land is full
Of lovely women,
Of blood and sun.
I dream of you rebellious, a gypsy
Covered with flowers,
And I kiss your scarlet mouth,
A juicy apple,
That speaks to me of love.
Granada, simple maiden,
Sung in precious verses,
I have nothing else to give you
Than a bouquet of roses,
Of roses of sweet fragrance,
That framed the dark virgin.
Granada,
Your land is full
Of lovely women,
Of blood and sun.