I have a dream, this is the oldest
That was yesterday and will be tomorrow
Three expectations,
Laugh at the differences
Mixture of words
Music and skins
If we could make them talk one day
These olive tres cling to their land
Proud to be there for hundreds of years
I know they would tell u show to acquire the peace
If I have a lot of countries now
This is the one we are talked about in the books
About that time when life was good
What happened to my Andalusia
What happened to our Andalusia
I have a dream, this is the oldest
That was yesterday and will be tomorrow
Three expectations,
Play with different appearances
And sing in tune
Guitars, lutes and violins
Three rainbows
Derived from the same sun
To color the rain
With the colors of life
If I have a lot of countries now
This is one where by a little conflict
Women were hunted by the worries and the grayness
What happened to my Andalusia
What happened to our Andalusia
I have a dream, this is the oldest
That was yesterday and will be tomorrow
Three expectations,
Chained by luck
To share smiles,
Joys, sorrows and pleasures.
Three rainbows
Out under the sun
Of the horizon designed by
The red and burned soil
If I have a lot of countries now
It is from this time, this Eldorado
That I found by the sound of flamenco
What happened to my Andalusia
What happened to our Andalusia