Tempest with a calm sea
storm without downpour,
Lightning within the soul,
A lightning rod of "I love you".
All snow in Graná1
burning inside a grille,
and all the ocean waves
giving its salt to a moan.
Maze of love
and north for forgetfulness
what you want to understand
another, by singing, has lived it.
It’s not a song, is called ballad
and fits inside the life,
that the ballad it's the love
which is called Andalusia.
The ballad is the wide sea
and the sand on the beach,
the song is wherever it goes
the voice of a people that sings.
It’s not a song, is called ballad
and fits inside the life,
that the ballad it's the love
which is called Andalusia.
A gale from the corners
a dream in the alleyways,
a scarf for farewells,
a flag for towers.
Oh, sweet Cañaveral,
all the salt of 'San Femando'
When I start singing,
the ballad is going spilling.
Little pillow for dreaming
and little water to my lips,
an illusion to deceive
even the very disappointment.
It’s not a song, is called ballad
and fits inside the life,
that the ballad it's the love
which is called Andalusia.
The ballad is the wide sea
and the sand on the beach,
the song is wherever it goes
the voice of a people that sings.
It’s not a song, is called ballad
and fits inside the life,
that the ballad it's the love
which is called Andalusia.
1. Granada, a city and the capital of the province of Granada, in the autonomous community of Andalusia, Spain.