(Olé olé, olé olá)
Give me the fragrances of it streets and its flowers
And the light of its mornings, a watercolor of colors
Give me its hot rhythms when its guitars play
And the sound of a gypsy when he is clapping
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that angel of my people when his heart sings to them
And they say...
Olé olé, olé olá, my land has a charm
That you cannot resist
Give me its flavors of olives and chamomile
And its popular festivals that are marvelous
Give me its beauty made of a thousand races
And the courage of its bullfighters when they go out to the plaza
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that angel of my people when his heart sings to them
And they say...
Olé olé, olé olá, there is not a nicer compliment
That they can give you
And they say...
Olé olé, olé olá, my land has a charm
That you cannot resist
Fill my eyes with its turquoise blue sky
And the magic of its moon that bewitches and enchants you
Take me on horseback through the marshlands and roads
To offer my love to the Virgin of Rocío
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that angel of my people when his heart sings to them
And they say...
Olé olé, olé olá, it is the cry of my people
When they love sincerely
And they say...
Olé olé, olé olá, my land has a charm
That you cannot resist
Olé olé, olé olá, there is not a nicer compliment
That they can give you
And they say...
Olé olé, olé olá, my land has a charm
That you cannot resist
Olé olé, olé olá, olé olé, olé olá
Olé olé, olé olá, olé olé
Olé olé, olé olá, it is the cry of my people
When they love sincerely
Olé olé, olé olá, my land has a charm
That you cannot resist
Olé olé, olé olá, there is not a nicer compliment
That they can give you
And they say...
Olé olé, olé olá, my land has a charm
That you cannot resist
Olé olé, olé olá, it is the cry of my people
When they love sincerely