Granada is like a rose
prettier than none,
who sleeps with the Sun
and flowers with the moon.
In love with the water,
flower breeze
living alone
because of the thorns.
Rosa of melancholy,
nightingales sing it
and she, as is flower of forgetfulness,
You paid with silence.
Granada lives in itself
as a prisoner,
that only output
by stars.
Oh Love,
leaves open balcony
from the heart.
Oh Love,
in the Vega I wait for you
with a flower.
On a sigh
Moon took him
and destination
Shadow stayed.
Oh Love,
love that left and did not come,
in the air was lost,
such as the sighs
from my heart.
Granada, have no fear
that the world is so large,
that the sea is so vast.
You're the bride of air.
The Silver Shadow,
the almond,
which it seems snow
and inside is fire.
You are pink dew,
love from the nightingales,
regret from the hidden water
singing at the pumps.
Granada of my soul,
If you want
you marry me
this spring.
Chorus..